Janathon Day 4

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Cold 5K walk today at 7F and a feels like temp of -3F.  I took out my winter coat, “Big Orange” and stayed toasty warm except for my cheeks.  Janathon Day 4 finished with squats and push-ups.  Tomorrow is my Dr. appointment at the V.A. but will get out there bright and early.  Temps tomorrow will not get above 0 until later in the day.  It’s all about the clothes!

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Janathon Day 3

Started the morning with an hour long walk in the snow.  We got another 3-4 inches during the night and it was still coming down as I trudged the 5K along the campground roads.  After that was a quick shower and drive to Green Bay for shopping and dinner with a friend.  He treated as it is My Michaels 60th birthday on Monday.  I had salmon and shrimp in a jalapeno sauce and have yet to feel any ill effects from it.

The drive home was a little scary as it was drizzly and just below freezing.  We saw about 5 cars off in the ditches and the police were everywhere.  It was a long hour drive home and I tried really hard to keep my mouth shut regarding the speed and my fears.  Home now!  I’m tired.  Janathon Day 3 done!  Good night!

Janathon Day 2

Today’s weather was about the same as yesterdays with the temperature at 16 F and cloudy.  We went out and walked for an hour, covering about 5K of snowy/icy roads.  It felt great.  I truly love winter walking.  Tonight I also did my squats and push-ups.  That’s enough for the second day of Janathon.

As far as my chest pains on Wednesday, I have googled everything and am self-diagnosing myself with a hiatal hernia.  I will tell my Dr. on Monday.  They usually laugh at me and then eventually agree.  I think I missed my calling.

I’m Back

PerspectiveCLC

It’s been six months since I posted anything and I guess Janathon is a good way to come back.

Life’s been a little crazy lately, including an ambulance ride and three hours in the ER.  That was yesterday morning, the last day of 2014.  I woke up at 5:00 a.m. with chest pains that only got worse.  Long story short, they found nothing wrong and advised me to take it easy and call my primary doctor.  At this point, I’m going to blame the can of sardines I ate the day before and call my doctor.

For my first day of this years Janathon, I went out in a brisk 20 degree F and walked for 80 minutes in the snow.  I’ve also done squats and push-ups.

I will take it easy but there’s still much work to be done.  I’ve gained 20 lbs since moving back to Wisconsin in 2011 and it needs to go.

The Statue Pt. 3

It’s been 25 years since I’ve been to Norway.

The boys wanted to see their ancestor’s homeland.

We walk the countryside.  I fall in love with it again.

If only I would’ve stayed all those years ago.

We walk to where I first saw the statue.

Sitting on a small bench, I tell my 24 year olds the story.

They listen, but I see their eyes, they think I’m crazy.

As they walk back to the hotel, I know I can’t go home.

I turn, there he is.

Torvald is waiting for me.

Our twins will have to return alone.

That’s it for now, although I have a part 4 in my head.

The Statue Pt. 2

I wake up.  It’s dark.

I’m alone, lying on the blanket.

Did that happen or was it jetlag?

I start to get up, then see him coming.

He approaches with what looks like a rose, hands it to me, helps me up and then kisses me passionately.

I feel something I’ve never felt as he holds me.

When I open my eyes, he’s gone.

Did I dream all that?  Please say no!

I return the next night and every night until I leave.

He waits for me.

This is no dream.  But what is it?

Torvald, what are you?

Continued from yesterdays Friday Fictioneers.  With that in mind I kept this at 99 words.

Part 3 tomorrow

The Statue Pt.1

The Statue

 

Dad wasn’t happy when I mentioned going to Norway.

Just for a week, I begged, before college starts.

He didn’t say no to me.  It’s his ancestor’s homeland.

I arrive, it’s dusk.  I just want to relax.

I walk to a park across from the hotel.

Spreading out a blanket I notice the statue.  He was magnificent!

It’s dusk, hard to see.  Did he wink?

I sit down, hear a noise, look up.

It’s him, my statue in flesh and blood.

“Torvald” he says.

“Ronnaug” I reply.

He speaks, I don’t understand.

He kisses me, I understand.

The universal language.

Part 2 tomorrow!

Thank you Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!