And despite my best intentions and personal motivational skills, I have yet to drag my arse off the couch and continue exercising until the next one starts up.
Now if the heavens would stop sending down ice pellets. I promise, heavens, it will be funny enough without the ice.
So I am going to start running. A little bit at a time. Short bursts, that's what I'm thinking. I'll do that thing where I drag myself along, panting while I think nobody is watching, then as soon as a car drives by, I'll leap into action. Maybe even do some fire hydrant hurdles. They will be so impressed as long as they don't look at me in their rear view mirror or heaven forbid, stop their vehicles and get out to admire my grace with their tiny opera binoculars.
Now if the heavens would stop sending down ice pellets. I promise, heavens, it will be funny enough without the ice.
But first, I'm pretty sure that I probably can't live without these:
That's barefoot style running shoes or shoe-gloves for those of you not up to date with your cool running lingo (like I obviously am since I'm in with that crowd). But I think they should be called sneakers because holy smokes, they are some high tech, sneaky looking shoes, Subscribers. I think I could probably walk up the sides of buildings like a tree frog in these. Yep. Those tree frogs, just walking up the sides of buildings all the time. It's getting to be a menace.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, avoiding actually doing the running.
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