Last weekend we had a small family reunion of sorts for my side of the family. The girls saw their cousin for the first time in way too long and had a lot of fun. As a reminder that I am not getting any younger (no I don’t forget very often), mom had a birthday celebration for me Saturday night. In my grandmothers retirement home.
“… you are going to have a hard time topping this one,” said my grandfather, “a birthday in a retirement home. <laughter>.” All in all, it was nice to have a room all to our own where the girls could play. But it was not the fancy night club/bar that younger generations typically end up at for their birthdays. Well I’m not that younger guy anymore. To my defense, my birthday isn’t for a few days yet, so I’m not actually older yet.
Then I made a quick run to Costco today. My “work around the house” jeans are a little too small, so I’ve been looking for a larger pair. On que, there was a table full right at the entrance. The question became how big are the ones that are too small? 32? They couldn’t be 34, could they? So I grabbed the 36″. Yes, that is a 3′ waist.
My wife said it would be easy to return them if they are too old since she had to return a swim suit anyway.
Well, I am wearing them right now. I wouldn’t call them baggy. No belt either.
Time to get back on the bike.
That is actually my excuse. My time on the bike has been packing on some muscles, but I have the old fat layer from the year of rehab without exercise. I’ve done 325 km this year so far. Last year I didn’t ride until March where I did a solid 25km. I didn’t do more than 170km in any month last year. The good news is that my body isn’t complaining and my knee feels great. My clothes don’t feel so good. I might be better to admit the Holiday eating schedule may have more to do with it…
Well, I’ll ride this weekend for sure. Older or not.