We're Doing What?

We're doing what? Is the reaction that I got when I told the girls we were not only walking the track, we are going to take a side track and also walk the bleachers. They looked at me like "she's lost her freakin mind".

They were right.

Only I didn't know that until last night about 11:30 when I decided I needed to get up out of the bed for some water. I couldn't move without silently screaming at the top of my lungs. What happened? Did someone weld my knees in the fetal position while I wasn't looking. Grabbed up the oil can and oil my old bones up and finally made it from and back to the bed. This morning it was a little better. I opted for Yoga instead of aerobics with the Wii this morning. I like the Yoga trainer better. She's so nice and soothing. She tells me I'm doing a good job even when my red dot is so far out of the yellow zone I couldn't even find it on the TV this morning. This morning I was a Warrior and I Saluted the Sun in Yoga. Found out there are muscles that hurt while trying to touch your toes, which I can't do, so I waved at them.

No weight loss, no weight gain, today.

We're walking the track again after work today, I am NOT doing the bleachers. Feel free to drop by!