Sunday, August 29, 2010

Rest Day

My only exercise for the day was chasing after my five-year-old at the Giants game. We were seated close to the field, and at one point, the barrel of Juan Uribe's shattered bat flew right towards us, smacking into a guy sitting two seats to my kid's right. I wish I could say that my workout routine has given me catlike reflexes, but when I saw the splintered piece of wood shoot in our direction, I just sat there and gawked at it like a slack-jawed dummy.