Second, Nathaniel and I were jogging last night, and it was the first time I'd jogged two miles without walking in over a year. I was huffing and puffing up the last hill.
Nathaniel: "Mommy, are you okay? You sound like you're about to die."
Me: "WELCOME TO EXERCISE."
On the plus side, I've lost 10 pounds AND I won the first-person-to-100,000-steps challenge issued by my friend Melanie. In the minus column, this is how I look when I run:
Greasy ponytail: check.
Nerdy headlamp: check.
Oily sheen covering face: check.
Necklace making it look like I have fat neck rolls: check.
Good times, Internet, good times.
