Day Three
Last night I walked down to Burger King, and loaded up on junk. I bought a salad which included a ration of breaded and deep-fried chicken, a greasy fish sandwich, and a large order of even greasier onion rings. I watched some new episodes of "The Housewives of New York", and Bravo played quietly all night.
This morning I got up about 630am, and listened to 'Butthead of The Week' on WMAY. I drank many cups of coffee from the breakfast buffet, and then drove to LA Fitness about 915am. I took Bell Rd. East to Rt. 101, and then North and East to 51st, and then, South to Bell, and the fitness center was just a couple of blocks West.
He was in the pool when I arrived, and I could not locate his 'helper'. He walks the length of the pool, very slowly, and I suppose that this is a fairly good workout for a man of his age. I began my workout, and spent 30" on a recliner bike. I went back down to the pool area, however, he was still alone in the pool. I decided to run on the treadmill, and keep an eye on the lobby area, and meet the 'helper' there when she was waiting for him. I did 45" at about a 4.5 pace. By now, it was a little after 1130am, and there were two women sitting in the lobby area. I walked over, and addressed the older woman, and asked her if she was Veronica. However, the very young, and extremely pretty woman next to her said that she was Veronica. I spoke with her for about five minutes, and she seemes like an extremely caring individual who is another credit to her profession. She told me that before they came to the fitness center she took him to his bank, and he picked up a four thousand dollar check from the government. She thought that this was some kind of an over payment of his taxes. She was concerned that he insisted on taking the check with him into the fitness center in his gym bag. I mentioned the bank visit to him later, and he was vague, and his explanation made no sense. He said that the bank had given him money for something that he had asked them to do. When I left Veronica I told her to tell him that I would meet him at his house between 2pm and 3pm. When I could see that he finally left the locker room to join her, they seemed to stay for too long, but I realized that there was a small child in the area, and he was just 'relating' to the kid. When he engages in this kind of behavior, it can range from endearing to creepy, depending on the lighting.
After the treadmill I did 30" on a kind of cross trainer called, 'Matrix'. This is a better piece of equipment than the cross trainer, and provides a wider range of motion, and seems to be less toxic on my knees. Then, I did another 30" on the recliner bike. I don't like these particular models because they have a kind of inconvenient arm rest. And, finally I hid the Old Style Cross Trainers which were just like what we have in Springfield...Old, and outdated, but still quite functional. By now the time was 130pm, and I decided to hit the weights tomorrow, and take advantage of the steam room, whirlpool, and pool. Today's workout was only 2hrs and 45", but I felt OK.
When I exited the steam room to jump in the pool, one of the members said that I should take a shower before I entered the pool because, "you have been sweating". I did take a shower, but I wonder why there are no signs posted if this is their policy, and I don't think that this behavior would in any way be harmful or unsanitary.
I left the fitness center about 145pm, and took the same route in reverse. This morning it was just about 25 minutes from the motel to LA Fitness, and going to Pineaire, it would be even shorter. Very near the turnoff at 99th I noticed an Albertson's and pulled in to get a pre-made salad for tonight, a loaf of dense and dark multi-grain bread, and a case of Budweiser.
I got to his house just about 245pm, and I told him that I wanted to see a film tonight, and I could only stay until 4pm because it began at 515pm. He completely ignored me, and hustled me into the living-room at his computer, and started in about his problem with linking his camera to the PC. He repeated himself over and over, and seemed to be more of him 'showing off'(or repeating himself because he doesn't know what he is talking about). I don't think that he has loaded that particular camera's software on to the PC, but he assured me that, 'Kodak software was on the computer'. I think that he has had another Kodak model's software on his computer, and this software will not recognize the new camera. And, of course, he refuses to load the disc from the new camera, because, "The Kodak software is already on the computer!!"
At 350pm I attempted to make my leave, but he insisted that I sit in the Arizona Room for a bit so that we could, 'plan tomorrow'. He seems Hell-bent on having me taking him home from the fitness center since he 'leaves at 1pm'. However, in the real world, he leaves about 1130am, and this would only give me an hour and a half to workout. I will not allow him to monkey around with this, since it really doesn't seem to make any difference to him except that he can negate what I want to do.
I got back to the Days Inn about 415pm, loaded the groceries into the room, and opened up the laptop to 'sleep mode'. Had a couple of Buds, and headed out to the movie theater. No problems, just out West a few miles, and then South. I saw THE CONSPIRATOR with Robin Wright. The film concerned the trial of Mary Surratt, and the conspiracy of the Lincoln Assassination. A well done film which raised more questions than answers, and I'll be hitting Wikipedia very soon.
Chillin' and Sippin'. I'm in for the night, and we have a big day planned for tomorrow. Rose Garden, out to eat, and, "If I am here until 1pm, why do we need my 'helper' to drive me home? I could just ride with you, my son."
I will not allow this to happen.
This morning I got up about 630am, and listened to 'Butthead of The Week' on WMAY. I drank many cups of coffee from the breakfast buffet, and then drove to LA Fitness about 915am. I took Bell Rd. East to Rt. 101, and then North and East to 51st, and then, South to Bell, and the fitness center was just a couple of blocks West.
He was in the pool when I arrived, and I could not locate his 'helper'. He walks the length of the pool, very slowly, and I suppose that this is a fairly good workout for a man of his age. I began my workout, and spent 30" on a recliner bike. I went back down to the pool area, however, he was still alone in the pool. I decided to run on the treadmill, and keep an eye on the lobby area, and meet the 'helper' there when she was waiting for him. I did 45" at about a 4.5 pace. By now, it was a little after 1130am, and there were two women sitting in the lobby area. I walked over, and addressed the older woman, and asked her if she was Veronica. However, the very young, and extremely pretty woman next to her said that she was Veronica. I spoke with her for about five minutes, and she seemes like an extremely caring individual who is another credit to her profession. She told me that before they came to the fitness center she took him to his bank, and he picked up a four thousand dollar check from the government. She thought that this was some kind of an over payment of his taxes. She was concerned that he insisted on taking the check with him into the fitness center in his gym bag. I mentioned the bank visit to him later, and he was vague, and his explanation made no sense. He said that the bank had given him money for something that he had asked them to do. When I left Veronica I told her to tell him that I would meet him at his house between 2pm and 3pm. When I could see that he finally left the locker room to join her, they seemed to stay for too long, but I realized that there was a small child in the area, and he was just 'relating' to the kid. When he engages in this kind of behavior, it can range from endearing to creepy, depending on the lighting.
After the treadmill I did 30" on a kind of cross trainer called, 'Matrix'. This is a better piece of equipment than the cross trainer, and provides a wider range of motion, and seems to be less toxic on my knees. Then, I did another 30" on the recliner bike. I don't like these particular models because they have a kind of inconvenient arm rest. And, finally I hid the Old Style Cross Trainers which were just like what we have in Springfield...Old, and outdated, but still quite functional. By now the time was 130pm, and I decided to hit the weights tomorrow, and take advantage of the steam room, whirlpool, and pool. Today's workout was only 2hrs and 45", but I felt OK.
When I exited the steam room to jump in the pool, one of the members said that I should take a shower before I entered the pool because, "you have been sweating". I did take a shower, but I wonder why there are no signs posted if this is their policy, and I don't think that this behavior would in any way be harmful or unsanitary.
I left the fitness center about 145pm, and took the same route in reverse. This morning it was just about 25 minutes from the motel to LA Fitness, and going to Pineaire, it would be even shorter. Very near the turnoff at 99th I noticed an Albertson's and pulled in to get a pre-made salad for tonight, a loaf of dense and dark multi-grain bread, and a case of Budweiser.
I got to his house just about 245pm, and I told him that I wanted to see a film tonight, and I could only stay until 4pm because it began at 515pm. He completely ignored me, and hustled me into the living-room at his computer, and started in about his problem with linking his camera to the PC. He repeated himself over and over, and seemed to be more of him 'showing off'(or repeating himself because he doesn't know what he is talking about). I don't think that he has loaded that particular camera's software on to the PC, but he assured me that, 'Kodak software was on the computer'. I think that he has had another Kodak model's software on his computer, and this software will not recognize the new camera. And, of course, he refuses to load the disc from the new camera, because, "The Kodak software is already on the computer!!"
At 350pm I attempted to make my leave, but he insisted that I sit in the Arizona Room for a bit so that we could, 'plan tomorrow'. He seems Hell-bent on having me taking him home from the fitness center since he 'leaves at 1pm'. However, in the real world, he leaves about 1130am, and this would only give me an hour and a half to workout. I will not allow him to monkey around with this, since it really doesn't seem to make any difference to him except that he can negate what I want to do.
I got back to the Days Inn about 415pm, loaded the groceries into the room, and opened up the laptop to 'sleep mode'. Had a couple of Buds, and headed out to the movie theater. No problems, just out West a few miles, and then South. I saw THE CONSPIRATOR with Robin Wright. The film concerned the trial of Mary Surratt, and the conspiracy of the Lincoln Assassination. A well done film which raised more questions than answers, and I'll be hitting Wikipedia very soon.
Chillin' and Sippin'. I'm in for the night, and we have a big day planned for tomorrow. Rose Garden, out to eat, and, "If I am here until 1pm, why do we need my 'helper' to drive me home? I could just ride with you, my son."
I will not allow this to happen.
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