If the treadmill had an ass, it'd be sorry

I kicked some major booty this morning on the ol' treadmill. Did I mention I'm training for a half marathon in June? Um, yeah. I am. Will said half marathon kick my ass? Probably. Am I going to be a big weenie and back out? Hell no. I started this running schtick last January, and I have to say, me likey. Now, if you would have known me, say, 13 months ago, I would have spit water out my nose at the prospect of me running. But, alas, a runner was born.

Yes, I believe I rock.

It seems to me that my post yesterday was a bit on the negative side. There'll be days like that, I guess, but I sure like days like today much better. Workout's done, playdate done, laundry...well you can't have it all, right?

P.S. Is anyone reading this? Thought I'd ask. I didn't start this blog so that I could get a bunch of comments, I started it so that I could get rid of the enormous amount of thoughts I have swirling around in my head. But, I have to admit, it's kind of exciting to see comments. So, Internet, if you stumble upon this leave a comment or two. I won't bite.