Last night after a grueling workout with my best friend in The Slimmons Gym I was spent. My buddy Matt and I get together a few nights a week to exercise in my garage. We have a treadmill, heavy bag, speed bag, and a weight bench in there so I let Matt decide what exercises we are going to do and how many.

This has always worked out well since my only exercise of late has been Wii bowling. Matt used to play football in high school and was often found in his school workout room strapped to some machine. Basically Matt would have hated me in high school since I was all about band. We said the football game was the opening act for our half time show! How I do miss band.

As always I check my BG right before we begin and I rang in with a nice but a little low for my liking 81. I snacked on a few glucose tabs and hit the treadmill, walking. Fast. Matt was on the speed bag first which by the way is a great cardio workout while working your arms. We did lots of work on our abs and some weight lifting but we did more of that the other night. After we were done I was dead tired. Matt went on his way and I headed inside for a post workout BG check and then a quick shower before bed time.

I sat down at my desk with my wife sitting at hers. I checked my blood sugar and was a little surprised. 42. "Dang, I'm 42. That's the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything!" I slurred out. Boy, I am a little geeky huh?

"Um, I am going to fix you a sandwich. Do you have tabs?" My Type 3 wife either did not get the joke or did not want to joke. My guess is the latter.

I grabbed some more tabs and felt my brain get extremely heavy. I laid my head on my crossed arms and waited. I know it was only moments later but I my wife returning with the sandwich startled me. I must have fallen asleep or something. I ate it and started to feel better. Thank God for type 3's.

"So what did you mean by that "Ultimate Question" thing?" My wife asked.

"Ah nothing."

I guess I am a bigger geek then I thought.