Apparently 20 years passed by without my knowledge. ;-) Oh yes, I guess my body noticed.
My 20 year high school reunion is at the end of this month. In typical small town fashion they just got around to posting the details on their website, are not worried about the travel plans of out of towners, and won't be taking up money for the party cost. We go to the game on Friday night (reception at the field house which was a pork barrel project of their senator -- it's VERY nice, walk across the field -- how exciting -- not, and then sit in a reserved section). On Saturday we have a party at the OLD COKE PLANT which has been remodeled into a reception facility. Creative, huh?
I've been working out at the YMCA since April. Four times a week with very few exceptions. Two hours at a time. Cardio, weights, high end swim classes, and situps. Guess what -- I've lost 10 pounds and 8 inches. Not exactly the 50 I wanted to drop before my little milestone. (Don't even ask about the final goal.) I swear I'm not vain, but it has been a good goal to think about when I would rather be slacking off. I'm ten times stronger than when I started, I'm alive (a feat after last year), and basically live a decent life. I have nothing to complain about.
So here's my warning: I might just be a little freaky next week. Any input and encouragement will be accepted. I'd love to know what one is suppsed to wear to a reception at the Old Coke Plant. Any ideas?
PS: Dave's reunion is two weeks later here locally. Whoopee, the joys of marrying a man the same age as yourself. :-)