JJ, Benny and I are half way through our Sunday morning walk. I notice a group of people walking up and down the stairs to the local elementary school play field As we get closer, the group is a family, apparently getting their Sunday morning exercise by trudging up and down 3 flights of stairs. Up and down, up and down, up and down they go. I contemplate the childhood memories this will eventually evoke for the 10 year old in the family. She looks bored and cranky, in fact, the entire family looks bored and cranky. No one cracks even a glimmer of a smile as we ramble by. Its very weird. Gyms are expensive to join, but you can walk through the neighborhood. At least, the scenery changes as you go along.
Then I contemplate my childhood Sunday mornings. This family isn’t so weird after all. I often spent Sunday morning mucking out the horse stalls. I exercised but smelled like horse shit afterwards. This family just gets sweaty, not smelly. One thought on mucking out horse stalls. I highly recommend you remove the horse from the stall, don’t clean around it and never underneath it.