Let me tell you about that......

22,335 steps completed today. That is over 11 miles and probably 18 KM. I also ran 1.1 miles near the end. I even lifted weights. Now I am overweight and out of shape, but I still walk more than the average Joe. I walk a minimum 70,000 steps a week and usually closer to 80k. It helps that I walk to work. I just have to cut back on the bad foods and beer. Cardio wise I'm probably in better shape than most men my age, but I eat too much bad food. I'm trying to eat better. Today was one of those days I pushed myself.

Tomorrow I attend "The Mate" going away function at Jack Astors.  It will be a small crowd at his request. Just some of the old-timers and guys from our department. I will now have seniority in our Department of 50 people. 11-years is too short of a period to be the longest survivor.

I was talking to one of our temp employees, who retired from RSA Insurance. He is a member of the Royal Guard. A group that requires 25-years of loyal service. We were on a business trip to Calgary and he was bragging to me that he was the longest serving member of the Royal Guard. That there were no known surviving members that were around as long as his years in the Guard. I told him that the sad part of that title is that you will only keep it for so long. No one keeps that title forever. He looked a little pale after that advice.

Donut Girl won our Euro pool and $150.00. She left for Europe knowing that she had it won if Spain won in the semi-finals. Of course her sister and I emailed a photo of M. counting the money. We told her a recount was conducted and she lost. What is even better is that she was in Italy when the Italians lost in the finals. There were a lot of Italian Mothers consoling their boys on Sunday.

It was interesting to read about the local Spanish men taking over College Street after the finals. There were reports of minor violence with Italian groups. That was not a good mix after an Italy loss. I live within a mile of College, but I think I may have been there twice in 13-years. I know a lot of Italians in my business and they are all great people, I just have a hard time relating with the young Italian male. Maybe it was my years in Hamilton Catholic schools, that brought this irrational fear of roving groups of young Italian males. It just looks like they are up to no good. Maybe it is the constant shouting, the white muscle shirts and gold chains.