So, who are you?

To some extent, you know who I am. Somehow you've found my blog, and you've become a reader. Maybe a regular, a semi-regular, a when you think of it or stumbled across by accident sort of reader. I'm curious about you.

I know who some of you are, of course, going back to some of the very first readers; Susi, Jenna, Julie, Kelly, Greg. Some are my fellow coachee's of Iron Greg. Some of you came back from comments I left on your blogs. Welcome. And most importantly, thank you for reading, and leaving comments.

Some of you, I have no idea, and I'm dying of curiousity. My site meter gives me the locations of people that visit. I get regular visits from places I've never been, and where I don't think I know anyone. But people get around, and I'm notorious for being behind the times. So please, feel free to introduce yourself, or remind me. I don't even mind if you leave a shameless plug for your own blog.

You aren't going to get workout news today, and probably not for tomorrow either. Unless you count a little bit of gentle yoga as a workout. Whatever this is, it's just kicking my tail. I'd be home from work today anyway. Co-workers have this aversion to working in a place that sounds like a TB ward. I've had a midmorning nap with Amelia, and a more serious early afternoon nap. Linda went to work today in a low grade panic; I had told her I was in a mood to, to (wait for it) tidy. Then, when I looked outside, the large new blue box arrived. So I've tidied at least some of the recyclables in the garage. Now we have to wait a month till pickup starts.

So it's your turn. Please tell me a little about yourself. Who you are, where you are, how you found me, why you return. I've turned on anonymous comments to make it easier to comment.