Grove Sun Editor
If I don't change something soon, I'm going to have to change the name of this column from Gray Around the Edges to Fat Around the Middle.
My brain keeps telling me "Well, just a couple years ago you were in the Army and could pop out of bed, run 10 miles, and do push-ups all day."
Uh, wait, that was more than a couple years ago wasn't it?
Yeah, buddy, it was.
This became readily apparent to me the other day when I tried to sprint across the street to get to City Hall and thought I had ruptured both Achilles tendons.
It's time to break out the golf clubs, the running shoes, and whatever else I can find before I turn into Joe the Hutt.
I'm willing to admit I can't do stuff I did 20 years ago, but fitting into my clothes doesn't have to be one of them.
A little too much fast food, and a few too many "pops" at the local establishments will do that to you I guess.
I've tried to convice myself for years that singing counts as exercise, but it's just not cutting it these days.
I'm going to start out with some running, for two reasons. One, it's good for you. Two, I have a really, really short-legged dog and I can blame the slow pace on him.
Wish me luck, and you might want to put EMS on speed-dial in case you see a guy on the side of the road, being dragged around by a wiener dog.