25 Days to go

I bowled tonight, pretty tired, so it's a day off from the treadmill. Back at it tomorrow.

26 Days to go

I did my 3 miles on the treadmill, 49 minutes.

I thought this should become easier, but it's not. It's hard

It's been a while

Sister Kathy suggested I blog about the countdown to the FALL COLOR 5k RUN & WALK we will be doing on Sunday October 3rd at Morton Arboretum.

She will be running, I will be walking. I am not a runner, I don't have the body or stamina to do that kind of silly thing. But I'm a good walker. I like to walk fast, so this is perfect for me.

I started "training" on June 1st, walking 30 minutes on the treadmill. I've increased the time little by little. This week I'm up to 49 minutes, getting 3 miles done. I've been averaging about 5 days a week on the treadmill. Only walked outside a couple of times, this summer has been too darn hot to do much outside.

So anyway, Kathy thought it would give me some good motivation to stick with it and "train" harder as the big date approaches. Even though I may only have the one reader (Hi Kathy), it will make me feel obligated to do good, eat right, and walk my way into the next 4 weeks leading up to the "race".

So here it goes: 27 days to go. My ribs hurt me towards the end of the walk. I don't know why. I wanted to give up after 20 minutes, but did not. I'm watching "Love Actually". It helps me to watch something on the TV since walking on the treadmill is very boring.

See you tomorrow.

Here's an Easy Riddle Just For You

Every dawn begins with me,
At dusk I'll be the first you see,
And daybreak couldn't come without
What midday centers all about.

Daises grow from me, I'm told
And when I come, I end all cold,
But in the sun I won't be found,
Yet still, each day I'll be around.

What am I?

Weekly Riddle - Who Will Get it First?

Don't cry for me, the doings done.
From once green pastures have I come.
If left alone I will offend.
On that you truly can depend.

What am I?

Riddle Time

They don't touch when you say TOUCH,
but when you say SEPARATE,
they do touch.

What are they?

A Rare Monday RIddle

I am served at a table,
In gatherings of two or four;
Served small, white and round.
You'll love some,
And that's part of the fun.

What am I?