Sigh.

Now that I have medication for my asthma, I decided that it was time for me to learn how to run.  After all, everyone runs.  Except me.

Inspired by my buddy Furious Ball's running efforts, Rose and I went out yesterday. We ran one block, walked the next, giggled along one block, waddled along the other.... You get the point.

As a writer, I need to incorporate more movement in my life.

All right, I confess.  I finished another book.  Like always, I have the post book blues accompanied by the "Oh my God, when did I clean the house last??"  Par for the course.

Now, I'm "running".  At least one block at a time....

I don't intend to lose my hotness gracefully.  I intend to fight it every step along the way.

P.S.  The comics are a creation of the amazing Hilary Price at Rhymes with Orange.

P.P.S.  It's not my birthday. That's in February.

P.P.P.S.  No sister of mine would say this to me.  Poor Hilary.

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