Old Man Exercising
I’ve been trying to get in shape. Lately I’ve been running in the morning with a neighbor who does marathons. She has kindly set up a running schedule to get me up to speed. It’s pretty rigorous and I can’t tell you how much I hate getting up early in the morning to do it.
The other day, after my running partner upped the distance, I came home and was really tired. The rest of the family was still asleep so I went upstairs, threw a towel on the bed, because I was still sweaty, and laid down. I was breathing pretty hard. A minute or two into it I felt a little pat, pat, pat, on my chest. It was my daughter Rose comforting me.
“Daddy?”, she asked.
“Are you OK? Do you want me to wake up Mommy?”
I opened my eyes, turned my head and looked into her concerned face.
“No, I’m fine, let Mommy sleep.”
I sat up and gave her a big hug to which she replied, “Ewwww.”
I let her go and she ran away. Then I went and took a shower.