rainy days and tuesdays

Mondays are bad.  I have nothing good to say about that day of the week except it is eventually over.  Mom and I met at Collin Creek mall.  Mondays are bad for her too.  We dithered for a while but eventually walked a lap and a half.  Walked being a loosely defined term.  I propose the following levels of "walking" for my exercise purposes.

walking: speed high enough to get moist (since girls don't sweat), dry my mouth (damn Sjogren's) and kick up a few asthma coughs.  Now if that doesn't sound pitiful.

strolling: slightly slower pace. Involves occasional detours to admire store windows and stops for sips from the diet coke.  Frequently passed by moms with double strollers and 80 year old men with walking shoes on.

trudging: slower still.  Usually involves muttering under breath about how much I dislike my mom who has dragged me out to walk totally against my will through guilt tactic.  Passed by 90 year old men with canes.

shuffling: slowest pace possible.  Involves feet not leaving floor.  Includes consideration of how long it would take Keith to get to where I am and roll me out to the car on my walker.  Usually the result of thinking one more lap is a good idea when it is clearly not.  Most frequently occurs when my mom and I walk together.  On a really bad day can actually descend to contemplation of crawling.  Passed by potted plants.

For purposes of this blog, Monday's activity was a trudge.  Hopefully today will be more energy filled.  By the way, does the group work out when it is raining or is this considered a non-work out day?  Just interested since it has started to sprinkle outside the study window and I would not want to commit a work out faux pas.  A nap sure sounds good.