He’s a compulsive exerciser who gets moody when he skips a workout!! He had me at “heart rate.” That of course doesn’t explain all the walking and cheerleading (right down to the I’m Fired Up t-shirt) I put in for Obama or why he truly made my heart race. But it’s a good lead in to this comment I added to my bud’s recount (yikes! not a recount!!) of her Blue Hampshire voting experience. Here’s mine:
I exercised my right to vote in the community center behind my house where I go to exercise on crappy ellipticals when I don’t feel like running into anyone at the gym and can watch (and talk back to) America’s Next Top Model without the scorn of Beltway gym rates.
Unlike those trips, yesterday’s moves were not of the going around in circles and getting nowhere type. And the votes went to the model for the next America.
It was a week of cheering on winners at the Long household, not to completely mix matters of extreme levels of significance, but we watched the Steelers beat the Redskins at FedEx field on Monday and then watched pushed Obama into the victory column on Tuesday. It’s not the end zone, I know (now the real work starts, blah blah blah) but cause for silly dancing nonetheless and the inspiration for an e-mail that expressed the Long household’s support of “Terrible Towels, presidents with lots of vowels and dogs who howl! ” Pictures were attached of us at the game, me making an O and a victory sign with one hand, fingers crossed in the other (the pix was taken on Saturday Nov. 1! and Bark O’Beagle, who can now go back to being known as Beagle Bailey, or just Bailey.
But this country can never go back to the way it was. So woohoo on that exorcism and all the exercising of the vote.
