The past three days (including today) I have made it out to run, either on a track or through the woods (again, today) and I am super proud of myself. slowly moving back in the direction from which I came. As well, some girls/ladies/women/WHATEVER I AM SUPPOSED TO CALL PEOPLE THESE DAYS are starting Insanity next week, and I have been invited to join in the fun. And I said yes. Sure, I won't be able to move afterwards, and sure, I'll be the one in the back of the room embarrassing myself, but hey. anything for this bod of mine.
After work tomorrow (and a fun barbeque) I am heading upstate farther to meet my parents and grab some of Milty's stuff for my parents to take home while she runs off for a day or two with her boyfriend to see where he lives and meet his whole family and stuff. Oh, to be young and in love. Except, not so much on the reminiscing business. Anyway, m&d are hopefully (I am about 85% sure on this one) bringing Bisby up with them, and I asked my mom to bring a couple of paintings up for me to spruce stuff up in this joint a little. Because my walls are so. incredibly. bare.
Running is so great for you...wish I was in the habit!
ReplyDeletePS - do you know a twitter box or something pops up when people get to your blog? Even when you hit cancel, it pops up again and again. Hard to read what you wrote!