Batter up..

Motivation:

"My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope."~Ovid

Diary:

B: eggs and sausage
S: eggs and bacon (invited to leftovers from my client's breakfast)
L: pulled bbq pork, (homemade in crockpot), greenbeans, xs, vitamins
S: peanut butter sandwich
D: bratwurst (saurkruat, mustard) at Twins game, soft pretzel, orange that I snuck in (glad I didn't get the contraband found out by the 'Twins police' - see below)
g: 1.96 miles on elliptical, 391+ calories, walk 1 mile, sauna

went to opening game. walked a couple blocks and up and down stairs. Twins won by one. Great game. Lots of hits. Nice tribute to Kirby before the game and during 7th inning stretch. Made for a long day- I will get good sleep tonight.

Notes:

I have serious problems with the security at the Metrodome. They will enforce to the fullest extent of the law the law-breakers who bring in and enjoy beach balls, however they will let two men beat the living hell out of each other and see what happens. After a while, the fattest, oldest, baldest, ugliest looking security guards will show up and struggle to make it up a flight of stairs to try and coax the people to please stop fighting. They have absolutely no authority to do anything about it (they can't actually touch you, in case you file suit against the Metrodome or Twins) . My concern is that it could take 20 to 30 minutes for a security guard to arrive in case an actual emergency were to happen, (someone falls, an elderly person has a heart attack, someone dies in a brawl, etc) , HOWEVER if someone is found throwing a paper airplane, the 'cop wanna bes' will pounce on the offender within seconds of the infraction. WOOPIE DING DONG. When they DO try to get these scofflaw beach ball people thrown out, ALL THEY DO IS GET IN MY WAY OF VIEWING A BASEBALL GAME. STOP WASTING MY TIME! There has got to be better ways to enforce policy. The security guards have turned into kindergarten hallway monitors, instead of "the force" that can actually deal with a real emergency, should one arise.

Good Story/Bad Story:
I was reminded today of another problem being fat. Last year going to Twins games, I would fret and dred getting into the park. There are 'thin person' turnstiles that record the number of people who attend the games, and only if you are in a wheelchair can they open a side door to go through the gates. Everyone else goes through the turnstile. I on occasion, have felt as if I would get stuck in these devices, and always sweated the entry of the game. I would have to lift up my legs to get my gut over the top of the turnstile, and then PUSH as hard as possible to get my obese body into the metrodome. It was embarrassing, and the look on the usher was just as horrific and embarrasing. Once inside, all was ok. Even the small seats were do-able, as long as noone sat in front/behind/next to me. I drooped out in all directions after smooshing myself into the chair. Again, embarrasing.

The good story is still in progress. I still don't like the turnstile, and until I lose several more inches, this is going to be a struggle. It wasn't as bad today. (Have I told this story? Sometimes I get deja-vu and wonder if I am having brain problems... I will continue as if this is fresh information.)

The seats were not bad. A strange woman sat next to me, and I didn't feel like I was impinging on her space too much, and my other side was empty so that I could keep stats during the game. Overall, I can't say I was comfortable, but I did notice that it is getting better/easier. Hopefully by the end of the season, I will look back on this blog note and laugh /be relieved.


I have more to say about Saturday, that I am just too tired to get into today. Maybe I will discuss it in the next posting. It is too important to skip it.



more later..

Chazz