A Letter to My Dog, Half Pint

This last year may have been the worst one of my life, but at least I've got the world's two greatest dogs by my side to help me stagger into 2018. Today's post features a letter to Half Pint. Benjamin will be getting a letter later this week--he'd never let me hear the end of it, otherwise. Also, this posts features a lot of short video clips of Half Pint being silly. Since I apparently can't do anything right these days, they are exclusively shot in vertical mode. Please accept my apologies (and cut me some friggin' slack).

RBC Fitness Challenge Days 14 & 15: Not Being Tired All The Time Feels Awesome

Decided that it had had enough, my body forced me into shut down mode at approximately 5:30 PM. I slept until 1:00 AM, woke up, considered going to the gym, and fell back asleep.

This is the first day that I haven't worked out in almost 3 weeks. Judging by how well I slept, the break was probably needed.

Day 15

Today was another day at Long Fitness Studios with Tracie (who was assisted this time by Jared the Viking). One of the fitness model girls was there; I discovered she is also Jared's girlfriend, which only increased my already high level of respect and awe at his awesomeness.

There were also a few other folks there who were actually behind me on the fitness train. This meant that while Jared's significant other was completely kicking my ass, I at least had some other people there to help me not feel a little better about myself.

We were split into two circuit groups. Tracie's bizarre obsession with kettle bells helped us start things off, but I actually felt like I was doing pretty well...until she got out the stability ball. The exercise involving this hellish monstrosity required us to go into a plank while supporting our elbows on top of the ball. We then had to make circles in with our arms/upper bodies 10 times in each direction while not trying to cry and/or scream swear words.

It's funny how something called a "stability ball" 
can cause me to feel so mentally unstable.


After the workout was done and I started to regain my cognitive processes, Tracie asked me what I ate for breakfast that day.

"Chicken biscuit from McDonald's..." I replied while hanging my head in shame.

"Alright, it looks like we're starting a food diary!" she shot back with sadistic glee. "Make sure to bring one in to me next week with everything you ate."

You've got to be kidding me. A food diary? This was so much worse than anything the NSA is doing right now. I'd definitely been eating better than I before, but not at all at an ideal level. Now I would have to feel a sharp pang of guilt every time I scarfed down one of Karen's cupcakes or treated myself to a cheeseburger (no way was I going to lie to Tracie on this).

But in spite of my recently shackled eating freedom, this was a pretty good day. Later on that afternoon, I went to Makayla's soccer game. When it was over, I decided to walk the Cooper River Bridge. This act by itself was something that in the past would have been far too much effort to undertake. The fact that I could and WANTED to do this mere hours after a grueling workout was proof that I really was starting to feel better.

And because of that, I was able to get a couple of really cool photos.

Later that night, I was able to take a long walk on the beach with my wife. These were the type of activities that one month ago I would have shrugged off for just laying in the bed on the computer. 

Now don't get me wrong; laying in the bed and writing, watching Netflix, or surfing the internet is still one of my favorite past times. But feeling good enough to get up and do other cool stuff is a pretty great option to have, too.

Continue to Days 16, 17, 18, 19, & 20

If you want to cheer Tracie on while she kicks my butt on a weekly basis, you can find her on Twitter. If you live in the Charleston area and would like to have your butt kicked into shape like mine has been, then take a moment and check out the Long Training Studios website.

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