Retiring as a Work Out

I went to the Y two hours later than usual today. (I needed to call my representatives in Congress to voice my concern about still more deployments to Iraq. Both Sentator Feinstein and Rep. Speier had someone live there answering the phones at 6:00 AM.) When I arrived at the Y, I found my 5:00 AM group still there at 7:00, getting dressed. "Now I know how long you all work out, and I'm impressed," I said, and they said, "Join us!" I said, "No! I won't!" (The Wimp of the Y doesn't mince words.) And as I fled, I heard laughter that was both hardy and hearty, thanks to their rigorous cardio-vascular exercises developing lungs and heart. I love the Y and the people there, but I go only every other day because I want to have those days I don't go to look forward to. Besides, I get enough exercise trying to finalize my retirement. I went to the City and County Health Services System twice this morning and walked to the district office between visits and still have to go again. I already had blisters on my feet from walking in the wrong kind of shoes, but I went on to City Hall, where there was a big screen out in front broadcasting the World Cup game between Mexico and Brazil. I took pictures for Javier and Walter. I'd already heard Charlie Rose say that just as some players fake injuries to get penalties for the other team, some people fake watching the World Cup! I didn't fake it. I just took pictures!