Three Days!

Yes, right now we’re celebrating small victories. I had a terrible day today, a day that should have torpedoed any exercise commitments. In random order, here’s what happened:

1. I discovered that someone hit the fender of my Camry at the grocery store last night and didn’t leave a note.

2. My boss tried to chew me out, but I had a weaselly excuse and we had to agree it was a reasonable mistake that could have, nonetheless, been avoided.

3. The inside door handle the aforementioned Camry broke – the linkage snapped, and the plastic around the handle broke when the linkage snapped.

4. My father had emergency surgery due to complications from an appendectomy last week. They took a section of his colon, and it looks like he’ll be eliminating into a bag for the next 3 months. He’s a proud man, and this is going to be tough for him.

So, yeah, one of those put all the others into perspective.

Anyway, the girls and I still got our butts out there and did our exercise. Annie rode her bike again, and I’m gently urging her to walk so she’ll get more aerobic benefit. I realized today that the youngest, Emily, has also joined in, walking each day Annie has, along with working out at dance class. She’s always been a tough, strong girl, even as a toddler, and she keeps right up while walking our dog, Buddy.

Yeah, I’m proud of my girls.

So, it was another 1.3 miles today. So far this week, the totals for me have been:

Monday: 1.3 miles
Tuesday: 2.0 miles
Wednesday: 1.3 miles

Say a few prayers for my father, please.