Stranger Danger Protection
March
31, 2015
Thoughts for the Week…
In addition to my regularly scheduled workouts, I take my dog for a wog (combination of a walk and a jog) as often as I can when it’s nice outside. My dog is a Great Dane. Her name is Roo and she loves, loves, loves to go for a walk. She starts to howl when she sees me put my tennis shoes on and get my I-pod out. I take the same route through the neighborhood park every time we go. The park is one big circle with the entrance and the exit being at the same spot at the south end of the park. I enter the park on the north end and go around the circle. Last week when I took Roo it was pretty chilly so there wasn’t hardly any other people in the park. As I was nearing the south end, a white pickup truck caught my eye. As I looked at the truck it was obvious that the guy driving was watching me. He drove towards the exit and I thought I was in the clear, until he made a dog-leg turn and came back towards me, drove past me and even as he passed me was turning back around staring. At this point I was freaking out! I didn’t have my phone with me. I tend to not take it with me because I don’t have anywhere to put it. Luckily there was a jogger coming towards me. I thought to myself, “I have to say something to him. I have to pretend I know him.” As the jogger got close to me I put my arms out and said, “Oh my gosh, how are you?” I turned around and started jogging him. Roo was hesitant, but I dragged her along. As we jogged I told him that guy in the truck was really freaking me out. He said he noticed him staring at me, almost as if he knew me. I told him he doesn’t know me. By that time, the guy in the truck had turned back around, went passed us and then drove out onto Q street. Until then, I’d never felt like I’ve ever needed to carry any sort of stranger danger protection. I have since bought a little running belt; it’s just like a fanny pack only the pack part of it is mesh. Mine is a little cooler than a regular fanny pack too because it’s bright pink! My phone fits just fine in there too. My mom also bought me a little stun gun. There’s a little hole that my middle finger goes through and it fits right in my hand. I turn it on when I leave my house and have it in my hand ready to go at all times on my wog. I hope I never have to use it!
In addition to my regularly scheduled workouts, I take my dog for a wog (combination of a walk and a jog) as often as I can when it’s nice outside. My dog is a Great Dane. Her name is Roo and she loves, loves, loves to go for a walk. She starts to howl when she sees me put my tennis shoes on and get my I-pod out. I take the same route through the neighborhood park every time we go. The park is one big circle with the entrance and the exit being at the same spot at the south end of the park. I enter the park on the north end and go around the circle. Last week when I took Roo it was pretty chilly so there wasn’t hardly any other people in the park. As I was nearing the south end, a white pickup truck caught my eye. As I looked at the truck it was obvious that the guy driving was watching me. He drove towards the exit and I thought I was in the clear, until he made a dog-leg turn and came back towards me, drove past me and even as he passed me was turning back around staring. At this point I was freaking out! I didn’t have my phone with me. I tend to not take it with me because I don’t have anywhere to put it. Luckily there was a jogger coming towards me. I thought to myself, “I have to say something to him. I have to pretend I know him.” As the jogger got close to me I put my arms out and said, “Oh my gosh, how are you?” I turned around and started jogging him. Roo was hesitant, but I dragged her along. As we jogged I told him that guy in the truck was really freaking me out. He said he noticed him staring at me, almost as if he knew me. I told him he doesn’t know me. By that time, the guy in the truck had turned back around, went passed us and then drove out onto Q street. Until then, I’d never felt like I’ve ever needed to carry any sort of stranger danger protection. I have since bought a little running belt; it’s just like a fanny pack only the pack part of it is mesh. Mine is a little cooler than a regular fanny pack too because it’s bright pink! My phone fits just fine in there too. My mom also bought me a little stun gun. There’s a little hole that my middle finger goes through and it fits right in my hand. I turn it on when I leave my house and have it in my hand ready to go at all times on my wog. I hope I never have to use it!
Because of my weight, I’ve
never wanted to do things that would in any way bring attention to myself.
Since I’ve lost 83 pounds (yeah!) I’m finding myself wanting to do things I’ve
NEVER wanted to before. We have a friend who’s a hot air balloon pilot and has
been trying to get me up in the hot air balloon for years. My answer has always
been no. Just a few months ago he asked and I immediately said, “Yes!” I told
my husband the other day that I want to learn how to shoot a pistol and get my
concealed carry permit. He said, “You’ve never wanted to even touch a gun
before, why now?” I didn’t have an answer for him, but as I think about it, I
think it’s because for once in my life, I don’t have to worry about my weight
getting in the way of me doing things. I feel like I’m becoming a whole new
person and it’s pretty neat to think about all of the possibilities that are
ahead of me to accomplish! I definitely wouldn’t be where I am today without
Square One. The place, the trainers and the others members saved me!
Get
Moving!
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For time:
o 50
burpees
o 25
pushups
o 50
box jumps
o 25
push ups
o 50
walking lunges (each leg = 1)
o 25
push ups
o 50
thrusters (squat with overhead press)
o 25
pushups
