Gym rat

In August Brent and I joined a gym, which is fantastic because they watch the kids while we are there. So to escape the kids, I go every day. I drop them off in the playroom and then I jump on the treadmill and pretend that I am running away from my kids. Okay, so maybe that analogy isn't exactly emotionally "healthy", but who are you to judge? These kids can drive you nuts.
It took four weeks of fast walking to build up to a slow jog. I go everyday and I push my enormous body into what I am sure resembles a sea lion trying to trot down the street. Regardless of how I look when I am running, I am feeling great.
Today I ran to The Ramones "I wanna be sedated".