I ran today. Okay, jogged. My husband used to run and by run I mean run. He finished the L.A. Marathon once. I have pictures of him drinking beer at home afterwards. He gave me his medal. I love him so.
Today I finally hit my stride. All the other days (I've been doing this for about a month now) I've been draggin'. Today is the first time I felt good. No, I felt great! I ran the farthest distance in my one mile loop and my breathing was even and I didn't feel my lungs burn. (And I took three whole days off. What a bum!)
Then I had pizza for din-din.
I need to buy a belly dance video. I miss it so much. It's so good for your hips you know. It keeps you from getting all crickety.
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