That might be an exaggeration, but I have started running again. The treadmill and I had begun quite a successful long distance relationship, but in the spirit of Valentine's Day, decided to reacquaint one another. So I started running again yesterday. And I didn't die. For some reason I thought it was going to be a torturous event and I wouldn't make it out alive, but I actually felt better after my short jog. Matt even surprised me by saying I should start off slow and just do every other day in the beginning. Yes, sir!
Now if only I could get Nigel off his lazy hiney...
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