Friday
January 19, 2001







The Dare begins January 22
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Linda Dunn
James Eggebeen
Dawn Pasley

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I worked the bank detail yesterday, and Mike and I had agreed that we'd work out some time in the afternoon, since I didn't get out of the detail until 1:30, and he had court in the morning. However, he called me around 11 full of apology, stating that he'd worked a detail the day before until early evening, then another from midnight til 6am, and then court at 8am... and that he was darn whupped and was going to pass on working out. I told him no problem, and that I would just go and do some cardio later on at the gym.

Except that by the time I left the detail I'd pretty much talked myself out of going, and by the time I got home I'd figured that I could just skip a day...

Then I saw my fridge, and saw my little sign that said, "12 inches". Nope. No way is he going to win that easily! I got my ass out of uniform and into workout gear and went and did my cardio. (I told Mike about that today, and he asked me cautiously if I had a picture of a 12-inch schlong on my fridge. No, I assured him. Merely a sign that says "12 inches." I don't have a whole lot of visitors to my house, but there are still some things I don't think I would put on my fridge.)

However, I have found that there are limits to my willpower. I went to the gym today with Mike, tortured my shoulders and triceps, and then had grand plans to go running in the afternoon at the Academy. However, it had been raining all day (actually all week) and the temperature had been steadily dropping, and it was generally wet, cold, miserable and just plain yucky. And even though I know (from experience) that PT does not usually get rained out, I called anyway, to check and see if they were going to run.

Yes, I was immensely relieved when I was told that even though rain alone would not be cause to cancel PT, the roads out there were pure mud and muck after the week of rain, and so there would be no running. I guess I would have gone on out and ran if I'd been told that they were indeed going to run, but damn, I'm glad they didn't! I promise I'll make it up to myself tomorrow and do cardio at the gym--the dry, climate-controlled gym.