no really, exercising isn’t fun.

March 1, 2010 Posted by the writer

I love stomping and romping as much as the next gal. Unfortunately I don’t live a rock star life (yet) that permits me to do whatever I feel like every day… like going out to run around and explore or swing from branches.

I was getting down with pilates. Unfortunately, my present wage of zero dollars cannot sustain the cost of classes, which leaves me with two choices… rumbling with the puppies and the dreaded exercise machine.

The dreaded exercise machine weighs more than I do. It has many lights and buttons and can even play music.

Nothing makes you feel more ‘middle-aged’ than a piece of exercise equipment.

Start tomorrow (because I couldn’t possibly begin on a Monday)… it’s on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if for some reason I don’t update my blog tomorrow… it’s because I’m literally lying on the floor suffering from (hopefully mild) cardiac arrest… and I might need one of ¬†you to send for help…

Why can’t I just afford lypo?

Reading back through my work I’ve decided I like a few of the sonnets therefore March, like January, will be a month of sonnets, scripting, stories, etc… Seems like a good start…

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