Fourty minutes spent in the “sweat box” otherwise known as my front porch and I am miserable. I trudged through 4 miles, wished the whole time that lighting would strike and disable my electricity so that the treadmill would die a horrible death. But alas there was not a cloud in the sky and I paid the electric bill for last month, so I kept moving forward.
Perspective, right!!! I’ll stop complaining.
You should see the amount of sweat on the front of my treadmill after today. It might even constitute as a bath for it. Little girl #2 referred to me as juicy when I came inside, which I still can’t decide if I should be offended by…
Since my move last year I have had to do a whole lot more driving to and from work than I ever have in past. I have come to the conclusion that other drivers suck, and I shouldn’t have to deal with their stupidity. GET OFF YOUR PHONE WHILE YOU ARE DRIVING. YOU WILL KILL SOMEONE OR YOURSELF!!!. That’s all.