My Very Good Excuse

I've been feeling kind of dumpy lately, so I made up my mind to get some exercise today. I put the appropriate clothes on, as in 1990 spandex (hey, they're not worn out at all!), sports bra and all all that jazz. I made sure I had a little fuel in me and prepared a nice big bottle of water. Finally, I was ready.

I went all the way upstairs to the bonus room, got the treadmill out and set up (which was no small feat. Thank you, Kendall!) It was also covered in dust.

Next, I got the TV in the correct position. That's about when the whining started. It wasn't very loud, but it was incessant. "Are you kidding me?! Stop it!" I said, distracted, but not swayed; I had a plan and was sticking to it. No amount of whining would get in the way, but still...the whining continued.

Finally, I gave in......




....wait for it....




......wait for it....




Sometimes, you just have to give in to the whining....

(See? I wasn't kidding--Look at the dust!) Anyway, just so you know, Cooper ran for 45 minutes. I did have to change the channel for him,


but I understood...



Sometimes, you just have to take one for the team.

[Don't worry--I did get a turn. I only made it 20 minutes, but I'm going to go at it again tomorrow.]