I have a new element in my routine this summer. A few months ago I made a new friend - the wife of my college boyfriend. I really like her. The ex did very well for himself.
We walk together twice a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays I rise much earlier than I want to and meet her to walk for an hour and talk. We recently added a third friend to the mix.
Good for me, right? Ugh. I've gained ten pounds since we started walking. What the heck?!? No clue.
This week Mr. Monkeysuit went walking with us. He demanded to, since I'm walking with the ladies. Silly monkey. And what does he up and do as soon as we arrive? Asks for a kiss. Cheeky.
So we walk. And we talk. And the third friend (who's a phenomenal sculptor, BTW) is taking photos with her iPhone (I'm not jealous ONE LITTLE BIT). She photographs hearts when she sees them, the kind which occur naturally. Tuesday she stopped because there was a heart in the tile. Then she stopped for a picture of the USA. Mr. Monkeysuit jumped down to have his picture taken near Florida, since it's someplace he hears about all the time and thinks it's where he's meant to be.
That's probably as close as he'll get to Florida for a LONG time.
So I walked this morning. And I'm pooped. Crap taco. Yeah - I like the way that one looks. It's a keeper.
Until I write again ...