Complaints

I guess what's the use of having a blog if you can't complain once in a while. I have two specific complaints to lodge today:

1) I have worn a hole in my tennis shoe. These are not old tennis shoes, nor are they cheap. We bought them in the US; a name brand, not some questionable knock-off like we get here in Asia. They were also about twice as much as we usually pay in Asia, but we thought, "Hey, these are the REAL THING. They're going to last. They're worth it." That was less than six months ago, and now I have a hole in the lining of the heel of my right shoe. And now, thanks to that hole, I have a huge blister on my right heel. As if motivating myself to get out there and exercise wasn't already hard enough. What am I going to do? The 3k run is in less than 3 weeks. I guess I need to invest in band-aids or something until I can get a new pair. >:-(

2) I have noticed, when I get down on the floor to play with the cat, that getting up is not as easy as it once was. It seems like an awfully long way to pull myself to my feet. In fact, I have found myself just lying there on the tile floor, wondering if getting up is absolutely necessary. Somehow, I always find a reason why I must, in fact, lumber back to a standing position.

When did this happen? I mean, jeez-um-pete, I'm not (quite) forty yet! This shouldn't be so hard, should it?? My Mr. theorizes that it's all the exercising I'm doing. His philosophy is that exercise is, in the long run, bad for your health.

In any case, it makes me feel old. Another >:-(  .

Spent about 4 hours on the Christmas cards today, and got about 100 assembled. Half way there. Bent over my work too much, and now my back aches a bit too. That settles it. Just move me into an assisted care facility.

Bah.