Me? Exercise???? Ack.
Well, my beloved boyfriend has decided, seeing as we've been complaining for weeks about needing to exercise, that today is the day. He's picking me up and we're going to run in his neighborhood for a while and do other exercises. First of all, let me just say that when he said on the phone "we'll just run a mile" I LAUGHED IN HIS FACE. Er, ear. whatever. The last time I tried to run a mile was in high school, during the Mile Run part of the physical fitness test. I can't remember if I made it or not (it's like 27 laps around the gym or something like that) but I know I spent a good deal of it walking. Mind you, I quit the cross-country team in 8th grade because I couldn't run for long without getting massive cramps in my side. This should be interesting. Bryon is also known for his particularly evil exercise routines, which he learned thanks to the U.S. Army. I've been through it twice before, and I was sore for days afterward. I tried to explain to him how much of a wuss I am, but he seems to think I'm less of one than I think. Maybe he's right - if so I'll gladly eat my words (I'm sure I'll be ravenous by that point anyway). I'll post later if I'm not dead.