Maggie in the Way
“Maggie,” I said, “you’ve got to move. I’m doing my stretches.”
I’m trying to ready for my upcoming trip to Croatia and Bosnia so I went for a walk-run this morning.
When I sat on the floor to stretch, though, Maggie plopped herself right in the middle.
I finally shoved her away and stretched, reaching toward my left toes, and feeling every bit of tightness that comes from not stretching regularly.
As I shifted around, folding my left leg and stretching out my right, Maggie quickly got up and plopped herself in the middle of things again.
This getting buff thing is going to be harder than I thought.