In four weeks you'll probably be sitting down to a lovely candlelight dinner, complete with turkey, dressing and all the fixings. Chances are you'll dig into cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream, sweet potatoes (or sweet potato casserole depending on where you live). On dining room tables across the country, gravy will flow like a river on that Thursday in November.
When you stick your fork into that big pile of mashed potatoes, please think a moment about all my hard work.
My job is a lot like one at a hospital or a police station: news is 24/7... even on the holidays. I would love it if the folks in Central Kentucky would take a break from killing each other, crashing into each other or robbing each other, but that's not gonna happen. So I have to report for duty (even on Thanksgiving) to make sure there's news to watch for everyone who wants to watch it on the holiday.
With that in mind, I've decided to kind of bypass all the holiday excitement next month and instead focus on my physique, rather than the festivities.
I am committing myself to a new gym routine. I am on day 6 of the schedule, and so far so good. My ass hurts like hell and my thighs, if they had vocal cords they wouldn't even be talking to me, but all in all I am doing pretty well. No one ever said a little pain was bad for ya, right? Besides, I've always been a little bit of a masochist.
It sucks so much that I have to work during the holidays. But at least my rock hard ass will look good when I walk across the newsroom.