It was much better than my rendition of 'St Elmo's Fire' later the same night

Things in boxing happen in three-minute rounds. At the end of a boxing class I take, we always do a round of push-ups.

Three minutes of push-ups sounds like something you think you can do until you try it for the first time. Especially when you have soft, tiny arms that are accustomed to typing blog entries.

Last night as we prepared to start the round of push-ups, the gym owner asked if we wanted to hear Gingerbear. He lead in a mid-size golden dog, and she sat outside the ring, watching us. Then he put on Dylan's "Don't think twice, it's alright," and the dog immediately started howling along to the song.

So Dylan crooned about turning your back on love, and we grunted through our failing arm strength, and a dog sang along to it all, her howls a sweet reminder of the thin layer of humor that persists in lining our situations.