Thursday, July 31, 2008


This has been a red-letter week in terms of exercise. It all started on Monday when the local Orange county library offered a collection of Pilates dvds. Granted, I had to walk through metal detectors and brush up on my Spanish just to find the videos, but I had success nonetheless. Four years in Seminole county and I never once found the dvds.

Orange County Library: 1
Seminole County Library: 0

Last night, I decided I wanted to go for a run. Yes, you read that right. A run. I dusted off the running shoes and off I went. At this point I should (1) ask my mom, all bosses, and anyone who works with HR to stop reading and (2) let you know that this decision to run was a direct result of that tempting coconut rum in my kitchen. I have found my forbidden fruit. 24 hours later I realized there is no reason I would've chosen to run without first being under the influence.

Determined not to have a one night stand with the running shoes, I laced those suckers up for an evening run tonight. In the middle of my journey, a neighbor cheerily called out, "Enjoy your walk!". Walk!??!! I'm running!! Mental note: pick up the pace.

Lest I think all this exercise is in vain, the Lord doubly rewarded me. First, I fit into a pair of jeans that had previously been untouched since 2007 and, better yet, I found money in the back pockets! (which leads me to believe they had not been washed since 2007, but that is entirely beside the point).

Moral of the story: exercise makes my blogs longer


krustydog said...

Hee Hee! You go girl!!!! Keep it up!

Brent said...

and you...richer. I've never heard that one before.

Anonymous said...

I'm having trouble following... You watched Pilates and started drinking?

running shoes said...

Yeah! i'm so proud... pilates, drinking, and running!

Amber Rose said...

great entry. :) you rock.

Amanda Lomonaco said...

Maybe I should try drinking to encourage exercise. Whodathunkit? You are beating me with all of your running.