First of all, let me please say that you cannot go anywhere in Chicago this morning without knowing that Mayor Daley has decided to retire.
Here comes what should be the most interesting fight to the finish of all time.
I’ve already read eight million profiles of political hopefuls who’d like to be the ones to take the reins from Daley.
But it seems it’s all speculation at this point, as at least a quarter of the contenders have expressed that really, they’re not contenders. In fact, they’re not even interested.
Like I said, things are about to get interesting around here. I’ll keep you posted in case you happen to not dwell in the Windy City.
In other news, last night, I decided to return to this:
I have a lot going on at work this week, and knew I wouldn’t be able to take off at 5:00, so I thought that this would be a quick alternative that I could feel good about.
I decided to do Level 2, because while it has been months since I’ve slipped this bad boy in my DVD player, I did just do a triathlon. I was in shape enough to take on Level 2 right away.
Except that struggling through the 25 minute workout, you wouldn’t be so sure that I had just done a triathlon.
You’d think maybe that I’d spent the last year on the couch.
Wheezing like a rhino, losing my balance as if I’d never stood on one leg before.
I finished it, and moved onto to reading Glamour and watching John Adams, but I’m feeling it this morning.
Jillian Michaels, I’m sorry that in my quest to complete the tri, I neglected strength training.
I promise to get back at it.
If you promise to quit abusing me in my living room.
And now, it’s off to my cubicle. And then back to the gym, to see if I can redeem last night’s performance.
Have a good one, chickadees!
