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A reason to be proud!

Yesterday (Sunday) was the inaugural "Bark in the Ballpark" at Fluor Field in Greenville. It was sponsored by the Greenville Humane Society -- and naturally, I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass by.

So my mom, my dad, Maddox and I went to the game. We had seats along the right field line, second row up from bottom. Lots of walking from the lot to the entrance .... to the OTHER entrance (for pets), back out to show the ticket to the clerk, back to the seat, etc. Maddox got bored in the middle of the 4th, so I took him to the deck where some of the other dogs had gathered (dogs have just no respect for baseball, do they?). Upstairs, walk around, back downstairs. End of the next inning, I got the impression he needed to go walkabout..... so back up the stairs, down another set, out the gate, to the designated "relief" area..... back in the gate, up the stairs, meet some more pets, back down the stairs yet again. We left after the 7th, so back up the stairs, out to the gate, down the stairs, out to the car, etc.

Not once in any of my treks up and down the stairs did I get winded. At all. Two years ago, I would have been huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf. Not anymore. That's a great feeling!!!

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Talmadge said…
Not once in any of my treks up and down the stairs did I get winded. At all.

That's what I'm living for. 20 years ago I could climb 8 floors and not be as exhausted as I am today after just a small climb.
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