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Monday, August 4, 2008

I'm a Skipper...

I skipped the River Walk this morning. Skipped as in bailed out, didn't show up, flaked, etc. not as in I skipped around the river. Although that would be a fun idea.

We should do that! I wonder how much skipping I need to do to get in my fat-burning heart rate zone? Hmm...I will find out and report back. Who's in? I bet we could cause a real stir at the river.

Maybe those Adventure BootCamp girls who hang out at the park, running stairs and lifting weights will join us. We could have a big line of skippers. I bet we'd get in the paper, or on the news.

But anyway, sorry for skipping, people! It wasn't my fault. It was the puppy's fault. Except, when you're a puppy, nothing's really your fault, is it? Being a puppy is like being a baby. You get a free pass on bad behavior until you're old enough to understand time out.

The puppy had some tummy trouble last night. It started at 3:00 a.m. and went until about 7:15 a.m. It was a long night for both of us.

The good news is, I watched that Julia Roberts/Mel Gibson movie in the middle of the night between trips to get the Swiffer to clean up after the puppy. It was pretty good. I cried at the end, like usual. The puppy was concerned for me and licked away my tears. It was the least he could do.

So, when 6:15 a.m. rolled around, I just couldn't drag myself into the car to drive to the river to walk, or skip with my friends.

How 'bout we skip up the Butte on Wednesday morning?


MeadowLark said...

So how long does the morning walk (on the occasions when you show up) take?

Miss Julie said...

Hmm...I think last time it took us 54 minutes to walk the River Loop from Farewell Bend Park. We're getting faster!

Would sure love to see you, Meadowlark!