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I would love to suggest that this morning's walk was mine but it wasn't -- though I benefited.  

When I am not on Kathe Ana's table at Heavenly Body's Clinic here in Arlington, I am using a Big Stick from The Stick to try to work out the almost debilitating tightness in both my right lumbar and the resulting tightness I have in the muscles in my shin.

After all the brouhaha surrounding #GamerGate and the controversy surrounding the decision that SXSW made in removing some #GamerGate panels, I wanted to remind my gentle reader -- yes, you -- that there are warm hugs online and not just slaps, punches, yells, screams, and assaults online.

After a long road of playing pool, staying out late, and eating crap, I have returned to my inner jock.

There is a slogan I remembered this morning which brought everything together for me: fake it ‘til you make it. A couple years ago I suffered from obesity, high blood pressure, weak knees, and bad habits. I decided to take this pithy slogan and pretended to be a healthy and see what would happen.

I spent my entire evening getting caught up on work at the office and then pulled myself off the workstation and sulked home. I was tired and felt worn out; although I was not fatigued. Before anything else, I pulled on my orange Saucony Jazz runners and some togs, stretched slowly, and then hit the pavement.

There is a slogan I remembered this morning which brought everything together for me: fake it ‘til you make it.

I spend more time at the gym than I care to mention. Just about every night, sometimes every other. I am about to go now. Its not as stultifying as it sounds.

The age-old tale of a fat old codger who is slowly becoming a young buck.

Since the rentals of the fine singles down at the Thompsons boat center is discontinued for the season, I am now spending a heck of a lot of time at the WSC.