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Apr. 17th, 2005 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sam_gamgeeA healthy (or at least halfway decent) diet and exercise do the body good! :-D
My dad and I went out for a walk last night (well, Friday night) and went from our house to the shopping center on Main Street, got Rita's water ice, walked down to the movie theatre at the opposite end of the shopping center to see what was playing, and then back home. According to my dad's recently acquired pedometer, this was a distance of about 2.7 miles. I felt really good the whole time, but was a little tired by the time we got back. (I'm sure partly because of the walk and also partly because I had been on my feet most of the day at work, as well as riding my bike both to and from work and going to Curves.) I also felt at least somewhat triumphant because about two years ago, my dad and I had walked about a quarter of the way (basically from our house to the entrance of the neighborhood) and by the time we got there, I really thought I was going to die. So, you can see why I was very happy about this. Between the working out and the weight loss, the fact that I don't dread walking any more is definitely a big plus. (And, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lunanne just found out in an email I just sent her - a good way for me to brainstorm.)
On a completely unrelated note - does anyone know if there's something an Irish person would call his (paternal) grandfather? (Aside from the normal "grandfather" or "granddad".) Or what an Irish grandfather might call his grandson?
My dad and I went out for a walk last night (well, Friday night) and went from our house to the shopping center on Main Street, got Rita's water ice, walked down to the movie theatre at the opposite end of the shopping center to see what was playing, and then back home. According to my dad's recently acquired pedometer, this was a distance of about 2.7 miles. I felt really good the whole time, but was a little tired by the time we got back. (I'm sure partly because of the walk and also partly because I had been on my feet most of the day at work, as well as riding my bike both to and from work and going to Curves.) I also felt at least somewhat triumphant because about two years ago, my dad and I had walked about a quarter of the way (basically from our house to the entrance of the neighborhood) and by the time we got there, I really thought I was going to die. So, you can see why I was very happy about this. Between the working out and the weight loss, the fact that I don't dread walking any more is definitely a big plus. (And, as
lunanne just found out in an email I just sent her - a good way for me to brainstorm.)On a completely unrelated note - does anyone know if there's something an Irish person would call his (paternal) grandfather? (Aside from the normal "grandfather" or "granddad".) Or what an Irish grandfather might call his grandson?
