Dave the trainer tried to kill me today, or at least have me examine my lunch again. We ran up the stairs several times and it’s been a few weeks since I last tried it. A woman from the gym went up with us and she did a lot better. She probably weighs half of what I do, so she had a lot less to carry up the stairs.

My neighbor, who I haven’t talked to in years (he’s on the next street over, but we’ve been neighbors for 20 years or so) just got a Prius 6 months ago. He’s only getting about 35MPG! Well, his regular commute is only about five blocks. He’s an OB/GYN and I guess when he needs to get to another hospital, he can’t take the time to walk home and get his car. I think I’m going to do a little better than that. Other than the squeak I hear in my car (since it’s quiet enough to hear squeaks) I still like it! And I see so many Priuses on the road, I’m not sure I’d be able to tell which one was mine in a parking lot.