And for some reason, I just realized it can and (if last year is any indication) most likely WILL happen.
And it's getting closer every day.
Meanwhile, I am just picking up my running steam.
Barely getting the wind under my sails.
Just in time to be slapped back on my rear end in front of the TV watching "Biggest Loser" and being so depressed that I don't even want to move.
I heard you. Yes, you in the back. I heard you.
And your remark about the treadmill.
And yes, I do have one.
But it I am pretty sure it is possessed.
As in, I'm be-bopping along at a steady 5.0 pace and next thing you know, the
If that isn't enough for you, just about the time I catch up to the speed and figure out that I actually can run at 8.9 mph speeds, it slows down to a 2.2 and I feel like I am stuck behind a granny at the mall.
Pretty much useless.
Looks like I will either be
You know, if I ever want to see my size 8's again....