La Lechuga (4/21-22)

As you may have witnessed, sometimes I open my mouth before I seriously think about the consequences of what is coming out. Well, I agreed to go jogging with a 53-year-old before I considered all the circumstances. Gustavo, who cleans and cares for our condomium, and I are kinda chummy. We chat and make jokes all the time. He is a progressive working class type, all about a good attitude and positive perspective. He does physical work, often outside, and, when I was excersizing, he informed me that he jogs every weekend. He offered to go jogging with me, and I immediately said OK. We went yesterday.

Not only is Gustavo in good shape, but he can jog long distances and uphill with little winding. "Como lechuga" ("Like lettuce") to quote the humble fellow. Poor, out-of-shape me! I tried my best to hang in with him (and I feel pretty good about how well I did), but I had to stop jogging and walk three times or face a heart attack. Gustavo was immensely pleased with himself, as compared to the condition of his 20 year junior jogging partner. I made it back home, despite the rather ragged condition. Today, I am so stiff. I just won't let Gustavo see me limping.