Uggggnnnnfghhhhh

We are now in our third consecutive week of sunshine and warm temperatures here in Halifax (the split personality city that is quite lovely except for when it is impossibly depression during the winter months). That means that the beautiful people are crawling out from underneath their rocks to become even more beautiful in time for summer.

Watch out commoners! You’ve had your chance to enjoy Point Pleasant Park all winter. If you want to stick around, you had better beef up that feigned self-confidence in order to watch people run by you showing off that elusive muscle that sort of points down into your nether regions. For reference, check out Abercrombie & Fitch…or Pink…

Actually, it’s not so bad. I’m not out of shape – OKAY FINE (my Dad probably is choking on his coffee – ahem…scotch – wherever he’s reading this)…I am. However, I’m still rather wee so you wouldn’t know it unless you started poking me.

I go on 5km walks around the lake with the pooch every day and can generally power through it in about 40 minutes. I’m excited to get back to the rock climbing gym now that my brother is coming home (more on this later), and I love playing tennis during the summer months. Aside from that, I don’t do much. This has never bothered me until now. My declining metabolism is staring me in the face while a generation of people six years younger than me look more my age than I do. Not to mention the pressure from YOU – you silly bloggers who still manage to find time to…oh, you know, run the Boston Marathon (that means you, J-money).

Even yesterday in a business meeting a client spoke about how working out to him is like brushing his teeth (it showed). I nodded in agreement although he totally knew that I hadn’t worked out since the summer of 1977.

So lately I have been dreaming of being active and fit to the point where I have convinced myself that I can do it. Today I took the first step and went for a run with Calvin…Calvin who loves to run…Calvin who hates when I need to stop before my lungs explode and my heart gives out…Calvin who gives me disapproving looks when I groan and pray for death at the turn-around point…Calvin who has proven to be possibly the greatest work-out partner to date.