The End of Summer Is The Beginning of Post Summer
Summer is already over. When it began, I had ambitiously set out to accomplish two goals, which were diametrically opposed to each other. And now, as I look back, I realize I’ve failed both in spectacular fashion.
After four weeks of P90X, I called it quits. I rationalized with myself saying that I didn’t really want hard abs or beautiful shoulder blades. Instead, I opted for something less rigorous, namely a mdoest 3 mile run two to three times a week, and a slight trimming of food portions, with a lot more greens mixed in. I’ve managed to lose 10 pounds, basically shedding all the winter storage. But I don’t have abs to show for it.
As for tasting the 100 great beers of the world, I pretty much gave up on that too. Drinking craft beer is not only heavy on the calories, but also heavy on the wallet. I’ve become a miser of sorts, ordering Miller Lite or Coors Light more often than a St. Bernardus. Trust me, it’s the neo-hipster thing to do these days.
And so the summer is now gone. In southern California, the end of summer means the beginning of post-summer. That’s right. There’s really no change of season to fall, just a continuation of clear blue skies and 80 degree highs. The only way I can tell is college football is now on TV.
