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Twenty twenty? No, I'm not talking about my vision. (I've not had 20-20 vision since I was in 5th grade.) I realized while coming back from New York on Saturday night (amazing how your mind can wander on a long bus ride when it is too dark to read) that there are about twenty weeks to go until my next birthday. To be exact, it will be twenty weeks from tomorrow. And I thought about being out of shape and overweight -- not having run more than a handful of miles since running that 5k back in September -- and, oddly enough, having gained about ten pounds since then -- the same ten pounds I had spent July and August getting rid of. Yeah, I know, I know... go back through my archives and you could find time after time where I've complained about being out of shape and overweight (or overweight and out of shape). Hmmm, let's see... here I am in November of 1999 complaining about not running enough to stay in shape... and then in August of 2000. I was about six weeks into a scheme of posting my weight online about twice a weeks (and being happy that I'd lost seven pounds in that time)... and looking ahead to mid-September I see that by then I'd lost a total of eleven pounds... and then I was on a business trip to Norway for a week or so and (even though I did go out and run a couple of miles in the dark and cold most mornings while I was in Oslo) I seemed to lose the discipline of posting my progress... and then progress ended (followed by the usual back sliding). Guess what? The next summer I was doing the same thing (lost nine pounds and then....). Okay, that's enough. (Eventually I got away from the idea of posting little weight loss charts and just would periodically ramble on about needing to get in shape and to lose weight.) In that 1999 entry I was complaining about being two weeks away from the Newport Pie Run, a five mile race that I was going to run with Jill. Neither of us had been vigorous in training for it but she was 17 and I was 56. Uh, the problem is that I seem to have managed to become even older since then. Like this birthday that is twenty weeks away will find me turning 66. Yeah, sixty-six. So I can't do anything about the number of candles on the cake (perhaps notify the fire dept. to stand by when the candles are lit?) but I have considered the possibility that maybe it would be good if I lost some weight by then? And if I lost that weight not just by the exercise of pushing myself away from the table at meal times, but also by getting back into daily workouts. And so the thought struck me that it might be a good thing if I were to lose twenty pounds over the next twenty weeks. Thus, twenty twenty.
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