so. i’m getting up voluntarily tomorrow– at 6:00 am— to RUN to no where in particular for 4 miles.
i am meeting a wonderful homeskillet who says she believes in me and trusts i can do this crazy thing called RUNNING. i told her my skilz are questionable and she can feel free to leave my limp, lifeless body for the birds to pick clean if i become dead weight.
this particular ‘skillet kicks my 30-something bottom twice a week and keeps me from looking like the cupcakes i love so much– but this week she stepped out with her family and left me to fend for myself for 7 straight days. i had to fess up tonight and tell her not only did i NOT exercise all week– i totally ate a cupcake instead of doing squats.
but, i explained to her it was really only HALF a cupcake and there were actually 6 in the box. so, when one considers the fact i left 5 UNTOUCHED cupcakes– it’s like i actually created a cupcake deficit. in fact, i’d go so far as to say i am a poster child for healthy eating.
all in all– my self-restraint and control are killer.
stuff of legends– true obi-wan kenobi quality — and, i think it’s the 4 mile trek-to-nowhere that will be dead meat.
NOTE: the above comments should be classified as a “jedi mind trick”– pretty sure mile 1 will bring the pain and the other 3 will just be there to mock me.