Boston Public
I got a dog, a part Chihuahua and part Dachsund. We named her 
Mini. She is small and cute and well-behaved. We got her from the animal shelter and when I saw her I knew she was the one for us. In the picture she is wearing her Halloween costume which is supposed to be a unicorn, but is really just a horse, a very soft horse.
I'm here on Boston on Halloween night arriving by jet airplane, of course.
We were an hour late getting off the ground in DFW, so we arrived in Bean Town at 4:20pm. The weather was mild, 70deg., and low humidity.
In the cab on the way to airport as the Eastern European driver explains all the pertinent Boston-info to me I realize how beautifully old this city is. It's love at first sight. It
takes my breath away the structure and layout of the city. The liveliness is all around and I'm like a kid in a candy store trying to take in all this life and activity.
The streets go this way and that and people are everywhere, walking jogging, biking etc. And there are a lot of joggers around here, it's almost bizarre.
I meet my trainer and we have dinner across the street at Pizza Republic where I have the Steak Brochettes and a side of broccoli. The beef tips were great, very tender as they are grilled on a wooden skewer and seasoned not so much in an Italian flavor, but a seasoning that compliments the beef in a way I've never had before. The broccoli is also interesting in it's seasoning. Funny Pizza Republic would only have a fridge stocked with plastic bottled soft drinks to accompany their fine food. Dinner is over soon enough and I'm off to the hotel to work-out.
In the fitness room I am pleased to find they have pretty good equipment for me there: Life Fitness equipment and cold cold water. The only thing left to complete my workout is the Metallica's "Master of Puppets" in my iPod which guides my through my strenuous 50 minutes of exercise in a very metal way.
Here I am witness to a weird behavior I've seen before. While I was working out in Carrollton, GA a man walks-in to the fitness room all decked-out in his work-out gear, gloves and all, he him-haws around, takes a drink of water does like 2 reps on the bench press, stops and peers out the window for about a minute. Then walks around the room as if psyching himself up to hit the work-out hard and does like 2 more reps, then looks out the window. I'm sweatin' it out on the treadmill minding my own business, but can't help but notice this guy. So he does this for about 15 minutes, about the some time I finish and he leaves right before me and says, "good work-out". So, tonight, in Boston, I'm nearing the end of my work-out and this guy walks-in to the fitness room and gets his water bottle filled with water then lays a towel on the weight bench. He does a couple upper body stretches and walks around the room as if to psyche himself up for the weight lifting extravaganza, but only does...nothing. He checks his Blackberry, turns on the TV, finds a channel, turns the TV up way loud, and stands on the treadmill next to mine for about 5 minutes. Then he walks over to the weight machine and watches TV for seven minutes (in know it's seven minutes cause I'm watching the clock on the treadmill so I know when to raise the incline). He stands there, not 2 feet from me gazing across me to the TV with his weight lifting gloves on. Then, finally, he lays down on the bench press and does like 1 rep and gets back up. Now, I don't know, maybe there is a weight-lifting technique that requires you to only do 1 rep per 5 minutes or so and I've just been fortunate enough to witness times in a month. He watches more TV standing just to my left...waiting. I finish my work-out and then he does 3 more reps on the bench press. I leave and notice as I'm cooling down in the courtyard that he's, again, standing there watching TV. So be it, it's not my concern, just a curiosity.
Mini. She is small and cute and well-behaved. We got her from the animal shelter and when I saw her I knew she was the one for us. In the picture she is wearing her Halloween costume which is supposed to be a unicorn, but is really just a horse, a very soft horse. I'm here on Boston on Halloween night arriving by jet airplane, of course.
We were an hour late getting off the ground in DFW, so we arrived in Bean Town at 4:20pm. The weather was mild, 70deg., and low humidity.
In the cab on the way to airport as the Eastern European driver explains all the pertinent Boston-info to me I realize how beautifully old this city is. It's love at first sight. Ittakes my breath away the structure and layout of the city. The liveliness is all around and I'm like a kid in a candy store trying to take in all this life and activity.
The streets go this way and that and people are everywhere, walking jogging, biking etc. And there are a lot of joggers around here, it's almost bizarre. I meet my trainer and we have dinner across the street at Pizza Republic where I have the Steak Brochettes and a side of broccoli. The beef tips were great, very tender as they are grilled on a wooden skewer and seasoned not so much in an Italian flavor, but a seasoning that compliments the beef in a way I've never had before. The broccoli is also interesting in it's seasoning. Funny Pizza Republic would only have a fridge stocked with plastic bottled soft drinks to accompany their fine food. Dinner is over soon enough and I'm off to the hotel to work-out.
In the fitness room I am pleased to find they have pretty good equipment for me there: Life Fitness equipment and cold cold water. The only thing left to complete my workout is the Metallica's "Master of Puppets" in my iPod which guides my through my strenuous 50 minutes of exercise in a very metal way.
Here I am witness to a weird behavior I've seen before. While I was working out in Carrollton, GA a man walks-in to the fitness room all decked-out in his work-out gear, gloves and all, he him-haws around, takes a drink of water does like 2 reps on the bench press, stops and peers out the window for about a minute. Then walks around the room as if psyching himself up to hit the work-out hard and does like 2 more reps, then looks out the window. I'm sweatin' it out on the treadmill minding my own business, but can't help but notice this guy. So he does this for about 15 minutes, about the some time I finish and he leaves right before me and says, "good work-out". So, tonight, in Boston, I'm nearing the end of my work-out and this guy walks-in to the fitness room and gets his water bottle filled with water then lays a towel on the weight bench. He does a couple upper body stretches and walks around the room as if to psyche himself up for the weight lifting extravaganza, but only does...nothing. He checks his Blackberry, turns on the TV, finds a channel, turns the TV up way loud, and stands on the treadmill next to mine for about 5 minutes. Then he walks over to the weight machine and watches TV for seven minutes (in know it's seven minutes cause I'm watching the clock on the treadmill so I know when to raise the incline). He stands there, not 2 feet from me gazing across me to the TV with his weight lifting gloves on. Then, finally, he lays down on the bench press and does like 1 rep and gets back up. Now, I don't know, maybe there is a weight-lifting technique that requires you to only do 1 rep per 5 minutes or so and I've just been fortunate enough to witness times in a month. He watches more TV standing just to my left...waiting. I finish my work-out and then he does 3 more reps on the bench press. I leave and notice as I'm cooling down in the courtyard that he's, again, standing there watching TV. So be it, it's not my concern, just a curiosity.
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