Starting somewhere....

Time to do SOMETHING.
Barely got the sawmill going yesterday and made some sawdust.
The body is not cooperating, logs and lumber are really heavy.
Drug my butt up onto the scale last nite, an all time high of 213. Are you kidding me? Up 8 lbs in the last 10 weeks. That just will not do.
I have lumber to cut, a deck to build, hot tub to get going, outside sauna plans, fix my son's car, get back going on the truck restore project with the other son, and keep everything else going.
Yeah right. Well, if my bro in law can lose 110 lbs, I can lose 20, and get my crap in a bag.
So, off to the course to set a baseline, somewhere around 3+ miles around on the chip jogging path.
I mean, the jog a little bit, then rest path, or jog the down hills only while my gluts, quads, and hammies turn into seething clumps of near concrete path. Half way around I am thinking of the "consult your doctor before starting an exercise regimen" warning on the cereal box and what the headline will be in the local paper "man found face down on golf course walking path..." I am just not out of shape, I have no shape, sheesh this is painful! Walk, jog, walk, jog walk, walk.
I distract myself by wondering who lives in the incredible homes around the course. Nice. Then I think of the property taxes they must be paying, ouch, I bet that hurts worse than my butt!
I see the older gentlemen golfing in their carts, wussies. Actually they were about my age and obviously can afford to play golf here, dogs....
I see a guy way up ahead of me, has a loaded pack, walking with two ski poles. It's on! I am catching this dude, he ain't running at all. I cannot run the uphills, so I jog the downs and finally catch the guy barely before we get to the parking lot. At least late 60's, has a 25 lb pack, and is hiking the Pacific Trail this summer, but not the whole thing, only like 600 MILES OF IT.
My goodness I am a wimp. Time 36:45, that is the baseline. I probably wont be doing this tomorrow as I will be in traction.