We did one-handed push ups, climbed up and down football stadiums, and crawled on our hands for 50 yards with our back legs straight up. We jumped through tires and almost threw up.
We ate spinach and mushrooms and drank copious amounts of water.
The reunion was last night. It’s over, thank goodness…
Today, I went to the Starkville Cafe and had bacon, eggs, biscuits and grits with butter. I feel like I’m a real person again.
I went home and took a nap – or tried to – until Marie showed up and wanted to go work out!
For what, I asked? The next reunion is five years away. She told me I had to begin a new training program. We are going white water rafting in October and we must shape up.
God love her. She may keep me alive for five more years.
Okay. Here we go again.