I have a solution and a motivation to shed the double chin. I was talking to the boys tonight (14 and 16) and said, “Hey, let’s go run with the bulls next summer.” I was serious. They said yes.
I’ve wanted to run with the bulls at the Festival of San Fermin for 30 years. I’m not kidding. I absorbed everything that Hemingway wrote. I read and reread Death in the Afternoon. I just haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I’ve wanted to do it, now I can. But there’s a hitch.
“Not until you weigh 200 pounds,” I hear Sheryl say. Oops.
My arguments about me muscling those massive bulls with my bulk just didn’t cut it.
“Two hundred pounds or less. And…you have to get running,” she said.
Well, I figure it’s motivation. I have a year to get there, so that should be pretty straightforward. Got my ponytail cut off. Now it’s time for the double chin. Sounds easier than learning to be a Photoshop expert.
