Okay, okay. I walked laps at Kiwanis Park today. One of my friends and her twins had moved over into the neighborhood, and I was waiting for her to text her address to me. The park is off Wilson, on Centennial. It's a porta-potty park with a small pavilion, a small baseball field, some picnic tables and a small tamed wild area--basically a patch of pine trees that gets raked once a year, containing native grasses. There's a fence between the park and the rail road tracks, and on the other side of the fence is debris such as a flowery fabric covered full-size mattress, some empty beer boxes, a bike frame, tattered take-out boxes, and so forth.
For the most part, I was the only one in the park. A police officer was there, then he left and then someone sat at a table, and later a couple of young women walked by. The afternoon sky was low and cloudy pewter, and an occasional snow flake wandered in my way.
A couple of summers earlier, I'd been at the park in the summer. The head of park facilities was playing in a band there, park rangers were handing out ice cream pops, and there were some games hosted by recreation, an attempt to try to get people to use the smaller parks for their venues.
I thought about how much more I still need to do to recover my health, to get to my weight and strength goal, and I thought about the election. Some of my associates on the 'net pointed out that Americans tend to go for opposites, and such was the case this time. A fit black man whose wife championed healthy eating and exercise is now being replace by a blobby white guy whose wife--I didn't know she was his wife when I first saw her on the news, I thought she was a mannequin, and I wondered a few moments later in the newscast why it had been put on the down escalator. at the shopping mall Trump was apparently visiting--anyway, whose wife is a trophy one who, according to one news article I read, has a contract or something to keep the weight off and an keep up her appearances, for which she gets to live surrounded by gold and have her haute couture. No diet and no exercise advice from Trumps! chortle the internet trolls who despise the First Lady and her health and fitness advocacy .
After my visit with my friend, I came home and read how Trump's pick is going to gut Medicare and the Affordable Care Act. I felt awful, as I thought of how people with dwarfism and/or other genetic and non-genetic "pre-existing conditions" will be probably worse off than they were before, and Medicare will be gutted, among other challenges. I hope the AARP and its lobbyists scream loud and long, and those who voted for this will regret it as much as we who didn't.
I need to double down on my fitness programs. I don't want to have to deal with medical challenges in a Trumped-up world.
For the most part, I was the only one in the park. A police officer was there, then he left and then someone sat at a table, and later a couple of young women walked by. The afternoon sky was low and cloudy pewter, and an occasional snow flake wandered in my way.
A couple of summers earlier, I'd been at the park in the summer. The head of park facilities was playing in a band there, park rangers were handing out ice cream pops, and there were some games hosted by recreation, an attempt to try to get people to use the smaller parks for their venues.
I thought about how much more I still need to do to recover my health, to get to my weight and strength goal, and I thought about the election. Some of my associates on the 'net pointed out that Americans tend to go for opposites, and such was the case this time. A fit black man whose wife championed healthy eating and exercise is now being replace by a blobby white guy whose wife--I didn't know she was his wife when I first saw her on the news, I thought she was a mannequin, and I wondered a few moments later in the newscast why it had been put on the down escalator. at the shopping mall Trump was apparently visiting--anyway, whose wife is a trophy one who, according to one news article I read, has a contract or something to keep the weight off and an keep up her appearances, for which she gets to live surrounded by gold and have her haute couture. No diet and no exercise advice from Trumps! chortle the internet trolls who despise the First Lady and her health and fitness advocacy .
After my visit with my friend, I came home and read how Trump's pick is going to gut Medicare and the Affordable Care Act. I felt awful, as I thought of how people with dwarfism and/or other genetic and non-genetic "pre-existing conditions" will be probably worse off than they were before, and Medicare will be gutted, among other challenges. I hope the AARP and its lobbyists scream loud and long, and those who voted for this will regret it as much as we who didn't.
I need to double down on my fitness programs. I don't want to have to deal with medical challenges in a Trumped-up world.
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