I was doing pretty good, I mean, I tasted blood, but my lungs weren't on fire, you know. Then my seven year old matched pace with me, and told me he wanted to run with me.
Remember how he lapped me?
Wearing his flip-flops.
Friday, March 23, 2007
In shape.
Remember when I decided to get back on the whole weight loss campaign....and with the nice weather and all, I took all the kids down to the local high school outdoor track...they played, while I ran.
I was doing pretty good, I mean, I tasted blood, but my lungs weren't on fire, you know. Then my seven year old matched pace with me, and told me he wanted to run with me.
Remember how he lapped me?
Wearing his flip-flops.
I was doing pretty good, I mean, I tasted blood, but my lungs weren't on fire, you know. Then my seven year old matched pace with me, and told me he wanted to run with me.
Remember how he lapped me?
Wearing his flip-flops.
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You crack me up, I love your humor!
I enjoy reading your blog!
And I love your scrapbook room, opps studio!
Um, that's why I go by myself...LOL
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