The Long Run

So, I think I found a cure for the blues. Exercise. Yeah, I know, good idea Carie!

We got home from Jim and Jamie's late Saturday afternoon. I was leaking, and feeling crampy, with a touch of hang over (did I mention what a great idea it was to drink?). We missed our monthly 'theme' party-- and just stayed home and mushed on the couch with our comfy clothes, Taylor blanket and Olympics on TV. Jason stayed home with me even though he was feeling pretty good-- most of the time my cute little husband is the only thing that makes my sad moments disappear--

I reached a pouty low on Sunday afternoon and Jason made me go to the YMCA. I fought it at first and said I would go to walk for a little while, but then I was going shopping. 50 minutes into it--I was still going strong on that treadmill, wondering if I could call in on Monday and just come back to the Y for the day. There is nothing more powerful or healing than listening to your favorite song-- all the way up-- sweating out your stresses--

have I mentioned how great my cute little husband is?