Doing PT

Yes, it's that time again! To do much physical training (PT) to get myself in fighting shape for basic! Actually, it's pretty cool, albeit strenuous. Strenuous is good, though. Every morning and evening means 20 pushups, and every morning means calisthenics as outlined in the handy little PT manual. Plus running for 15 or so minutes each day. I tend to judge it in mileage rather than time, although there is a maximum allowable time limit for a mile run. 8:30 for us of the male persuasion- I can do it in considerably less. But my weight is still a little off- actually 5 lbs over, but losing that should be easy. I'll admit, I don't watch my diet as closely as I should. That's what comes from hanging out with good cooks, I guess.
Apart from that, it was a pretty exciting day. Max went running with me, which was nice. It's always nice to have company. I took him around the block, maybe 3/4 of a mile or so, and allowed him to set pace, so I wasn't wearing him out. And he took off like a rocket! That is one fast five-year old! He earned the nickname The Flash, and it was a good day. Tomorrow, I'll see if I can sneak out and get a little longer run in, but even if I don't, I get the feeling Max will have no trouble keeping pace. Tonight, nothing major on the radar, just hopefully getting away to unwind with T. Always nice to see her, and she's on her own tonight, the folks being away camping. The fact that I too am beginning to refer to them as Ma and Big Daddy without conscious thought is not lost on me. Funny, but it makes them sound kind of like Bonnie and Clyde, like they should be toting tommy guns and smirks. (It's a strange thing, but it would surprise me not at all if Ma does in fact have a semiautomatic weapon stowed somewhere.) But they are good people, and Big Daddy is one hell of a cook, too. There are always jokes about me being like a stray dog- feed it, and it never goes away. Well, when you feed an old mongrel like me that well, you bet!