I feel extremely, horribly, totally guilty about it too. I guess that's why I feel I have to put it down in writing on this here blog. I could've, should've done a wee bit more in my Katie-free time to get my bod back to into pre-baby shape. But noooooooooo. I had to sleep, and clean toilets, and write blogs. Man, what a dumb-ass I am.
We've had a nice Spring weather preview here in the Great Northwest. It's been sunny the majority of the week with temps ranging from 50 to 60 degrees.
I decided to head out to The Trail and do a bit of jogging.
Ugh. There were ducks that were walking faster than I was jogging. For cripes sake, I should've just hopped in the baby jogger and let Katie push me around.
I jogged a total of 2 miles. I say "a total", 'cause there was quite a bit of walking going on. And when I mean walking, I mean w-a-l-k-i-n-g. Slowly.
On second thought, I wouldn't really call it a jog. Maybe a really fast foot shuffling.
Oh boy. Tomorrow I am gonna be SOOOOOO sore. What the hell was I thinking?
