Maiden Voyage

This is my (George) maiden voyage on the whole blogging expedition. Since Brittany is being so diligent in the communication department, I decided that I needed to keep up with the wifey.

These days it seems like there are multiple areas in which I try to keep up with Britt. Let me elaborate on this. We recently joined a gym. The other night we went together and got on the elliptical machine right beside each other. This was a mistake. Being the competitive person that I am I could not stop focusing on how fast my little wife was going. Of course I had to peddle faster than she did but this was no simple task. By the end of the 30 minute session I was pouring sweat and my legs felt like noodles. I did not let her know that I had been trying to out do her the entire time and therefore couldn't act like I was that winded. Like blogging, I'm new to the world of elliptical machines. Let me explain something, these things are bizarre and work parts of my body that I didn't even know contained muscles. The takeaway from this is to not work out directly beside your wife. There are no positive outcomes to this situation.

One thing that is dangerous to forget when walking a dog in New York... plastic bags. If you get caught not being responsible with the fecal matter that your little four legged friend produces you will be an outcast. You can do a lot of different things in life and still be socially accepted in New York, but if your dog pops a squat and you don't pick it up, you will be treated as if you are not a real human. I know this because I did it. Clancy used the facilities (i.e. the sidewalk) a few too many times and the number of bags that I had with me didn't quite match up. I will refrain from going into further details but please make a mental note to never go anywhere with a dog and not bring along a large number of plastic bags while in Manhattan. It can get weird fast.

George