You guys, I love this weather. It’s cool and sunny and I am no longer sweating myself to death every time I dare to leave the apartment.
Despite the nice weather though, I decided to take myself to the Y last night for some running.
Don’t ask me why. I’ve missed the Y, maybe?
Anyway, I was feeling pretty sore from my Shred incident on Tuesday, but since I lack common sense, I did not let that stop me and ran for about forty five minutes.
My quads are now on strike. I won’t be doing any exercising today.
Also, there was a distracting woman on the treadmill yesterday, mumbling “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as she ran, and also, clapping in time to the music on her iPod.
The clapping startled me, but I managed to stay firmly planted on my treadmill.
When I got home, I was near exhausted, but then, I was pleasantly surprised.
Amy, my blog friend from over at Second City Randomness, was kind enough to send me some homemade peanut butter toffee chocolate chip cookies. She is awesome.
And so are her cookies.
I wasted no time, as you can see from how sweaty I am.
Someone please explain to me why one of my eyes is always so squinty.
Anyway, I spent the rest of the night firmly planted on my loveseat, reading this:
I literally could not put it down. This one is as outrageous as the last. It also touches more on rebelling against the country’s dictatorship-like government, and it stirs up my rebellious, thirteen-year-old self.
If I haven’t convinced you to start the series, tell me what else I can do. You guys need to be reading these, because they are so quick, and so nutso.
I already have JW hooked, and as soon as I finished last night, the book went directly into his hands.
Yes, Wednesday nights are exciting in the Palluzzi-Wagenschutz household.
Up today is grabbing my bridesmaid dress for JD’s wedding, coming home after work (and NOT going to the gym. I have to keep reminding myself that I will likely die if I try to run again today), and catching up on some TV/It’s FOOTBALL SEASON.
So there’s that.
And now I’m off. Have a good morning, chickpeas!