Tonight I made the effort to put on my cute little jogging shorts, tank top, and new "run-tone" shoes. I haven't gone on a run in over a year and tonight I decided was "the night" to kick some booty and run a couple of miles. I made it 2 streets from my house, had to turn around and walk home. I then had sit with my head between my knees (for the next 20 minutes) until I no longer felt like blowing chunks everywhere. Dude that was a bitch. Apparently the 30 day shred is nothing to actual running.
Lesson learned. How do people run marathons? or actually WANT to run a marathon. yuck.
In other news. I think Bryant's thomas the train obsession might be getting out of hand.
He has to line them all up on his dresser before he goes to bed. haha. It's ridonkulous
