Thursday, January 2, 2003
Dear Diary:

Well, the Christmas tree is still up.

Yes, I know, I SAID we'd take it down last night but, um, the man used his most powerful weapon of all, he used The Puppy Dog Eyes on me.

I'm sure I speak for us all when I say that The Puppy Dog Eyes cannot be denied.

The spousal unit was upstairs sprawled on the couch, beer in hand, watching college football when I broached the subject of taking down the tree. The room was dark except for the Christmas tree lights and the glow of the tee vee.

He pointed out the beauty of the tree.

I grumped back that if we didn't get it out of the house soon, it would leave an unending trail of needles all through the house when we finally did throw it out And We All Know Who Will Be Vacuuming Up Needles Until June.

There was a pause and then he said that it made him very happy to look at it, that it reminded him of everything happy about Christmas. I made the mistake of looking at his face and that's when he hit me with The Puppy Dog Eyes.

Darn him. Darn him all to heck.

I could take the tree down myself today, but, well, That Would Be Wrong. From long experience I've learned that if I want to keep our Marital Ship on an even keel, it's better to negotiate our way through these situations. Unilateral actions never end well, at least not in this household.

Maybe tonight I can coax him into taking it down. Note to self: must remember to not look him in the eyes while negotiating.

On other fronts, today was the first day in the new year that my gym was open, so I motored down to begin the �K2Nowhere trek. I know. I'm as shocked as you are that they were not open yesterday in anticipation of ALL the people who would be trekking to nowhere.

And They Call Themselves A Gym!

My first half hour under the influence of Genibee's Workout CD I managed to squeak out 2.11 miles, but after an hour on the free weights, my second half hour of cardio was much less inspired and I only ended up with 1.88 miles. Total: 3.99 miles or roughly 2,531 kilometers, give or take a kilometer.

This would be less than one per cent of my goal. The magnitude of this has now officially smacked me between the eyes.

Just shoot me now.

I timed my workout so that I would miss Mr. Crabby Guy, who shows up like clockwork at 8:30. He was just leaving as I was walking in. As he passed me I gave him my biggest smile and wished him a very happy new year.

Taken aback, and probably seriously discombobulated by the massive waves of cheerfulness I bombarded him with, he actually gave me a tentative smile back and wished me a happy new year, too. I think I speak for us all when I say that I hope he didn't incur any permanent facial injuries with that unaccustomed expression.

You know, maybe one day I will actually make him laugh.

Hey, it could happen.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 3.99 miles - 6.41991 kilometers
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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