Now that I have medication for my asthma, I decided that it was time for me to learn how to run. After all, everyone runs. Except me.
Inspired by my buddy Furious Ball's running efforts, Rose and I went out yesterday. We ran one block, walked the next, giggled along one block, waddled along the other.... You get the point.
As a writer, I need to incorporate more movement in my life.
All right, I confess. I finished another book. Like always, I have the post book blues accompanied by the "Oh my God, when did I clean the house last??" Par for the course.
Now, I'm "running". At least one block at a time....
I don't intend to lose my hotness gracefully. I intend to fight it every step along the way.
P.S. The comics are a creation of the amazing Hilary Price at Rhymes with Orange.
P.P.S. It's not my birthday. That's in February.
P.P.P.S. No sister of mine would say this to me. Poor Hilary.
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