Monday, February 15, 2010


My son patted my stomach and asked when the baby was due.
I promptly went out for a LONG jog.
You can't really call it "running". Picture a Willard Scott octogenarian shout out valiantly shuffling forward(ish) clutching an invisible walker and you're pretty much picturing me (but with Juicy pants). My gameplan is to start out slow and work my way down from there. My running form is to lean just forward enough as to be off balance then shuffle my feet just enough so I don't topple on my nose. I don't think there's much weight loss or muscle toning action going on. Now if I could just find diet vodka, gin, brandy, rum, Nighttrain, 20/20 or Maddog, THAT would be helpful!

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