We were in Denver for the nieces birthdays this weekend. We went up to Red Rocks for brunch on Sunday and came across a bunch of highly (heh!) inspired folks running goddamned wind sprints. Some kind of crazed boot camp drill sergeant hollered as to when each group should start. Maybe that's unfair, he seemed OK. I'm just down on coaches in general right now because of this guy.Now speaking as someone who was winded just walking up the one flight of stairs from the parking lot, I have to say I was fairly impressed with the running, crab walking, stair lunging group of them. And maybe even slightly inspired. Apparently, sitting around on the couch eating bon-bons isn't doing my ass any favors. So with the added bonus of longer days with Daylight Saving Time upon us, I have decided to start an exercise regime. Tomorrow. Really.
