I am not a runner. I’m not saying I couldn’t become a runner (like if a lion was chasing me. Or a bear. Or a ninja.) But I’m not built to run. My legs are short and I don’t think I have never “nestled” myself into a top. Corralled, strapped down or locked and loaded, yes. But not nestled.
Now I’m not saying I don’t think exercise is important. Almost every day during one of Ty’s naps, I put on an old “Walk Away the Pounds” DVD and walk three miles while I watch TV. I don’t work out hard. I don’t push myself physically. I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m happy to let myself off the hook.
|Walking Away the Pounds!|