I love that about my life right now. I'd always scoffed that I'd never run unless someone was chasing me. But apparently now I am a jogger, as I ran four miles out in the real world yesterday and three-point-five miles today in the gym.
I was pointing out the dangers of saying you'll "never" do something to my daughter on the way to school. "I'm a runner now! I'm back in school, even though I always said I could get along without a college degree."
"But ya can't, mom. Ya can't," she replied in her best Bette Davis imitation. Who the hell is letting my 9-year-old watch Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?
Anyway, in another stunning development, I went to the gym today, and I did not pick up a single weight. Honestly, I was just too tired. I took Group Power weightlifting classes on Monday and Tuesday, rode my bike to PSU to take a final on Wednesday, ran four miles and took a righteous kettlebell class on Thursday. And ran this morning. When I got off the treadmill, I went and looked at the weights, assessed the fact that my quads, hamstrings, hip, and shoulders are all screaming "enough!" and decided that I'd just go home and eat breakfast.