Taking Pride

The smog is trying to kill me. My lungs are seized right up, and I sound a bit like Harvey Fierstein because of it. Stupid bad air. Stupid lungs. But I'm going to attempt the gym again today, anyway. Just in a few hours, when my puffer has had a chance to percolate more. Also, black coffee. That might help do the bronchiodilator thing. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

On the plus side, I went to my first Pride event this past weekend. It was the biggest parade I've ever been to, ever. Also the hottest. Toronto was a kiln, and I spent little time in the shade. I drank enough water, juice, pop, tea, cappuccinos, freezies, Gatorade, etc. (anything wet and icy when it's that hot) to sink a battleship, and look like I vacationed in Hawaii. Even though I wore lots of sunscreen, I'm all brown. I'm not pleased I drank so much crap, but again, if it's cold and wet, I will drink it, even if it's full of sugar and glucose/fructose. I even shelled out money for bottled water, and I have ethical issues with paying money for water in Canada--especially water imported from across the ocean.

I also walked. And walked. AND WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED. And danced. Oh yes. And now my legs are made of iron. They're hard as rock and have some serious muscle definition going on. I'm quite pleased with them, and am going to step up the workouts even more to continue the trend.

This is me today. Hi.



If my faulty lungs will allow it, I'm adding the following exercises to my daily routine. They can be done at home, and require no equipment.

I'm working my way back to doing one-legged squats again. I'm scared. They hurt so bad....

Pride was a whole lot of awesome, excruciating heat notwithstanding. More on that later....