I promise this won’t be a political post.
Partly because I’m exhausted from all the MSNBC coverage I watched last night.
Partly because I’m not sure I have anything to say that someone else hasn’t already said.
But the title of this post is something President Obama said in 2008, and, despite the angry, finger pointing, frustrated (on both sides) attitudes of the American people, I think, in essence, he’s right.
And so I’m moving ahead, keeping that in mind.
I returned to the gym last night after almost a week off, with a new pair of sneakers (sorry old Sauconys, but you went through a triathlon. You had holes in you) and a positive outlook on exercise.
I ran exactly ten minutes before having to admit defeat.
I’m blaming it on my sneakers, which I’m still breaking in.
But the truth is, I had to downgrade to an elliptical workout.
I’m heading back to try again tonight, for fear of falling off the wagon and having to commission a tent maker to construct my wedding gown.
Please succumb to my irrational fears.
KC picked out American Psycho as our book club book, and I’m about halfway through.
This book is nuts, and I feel like maybe my fellow public transit goers are judging me as I’m reading about designer labels of the 80s and savage killings.
I don’t blame them.
KC- I’m beginning to think you might be one sick puppy.
I’ll keep you guys posted.
Last night, to delay the inevitable six hours I wanted to spend watching the election returns (in case you’re wondering about my serious interest in all of this, I come from a long line of politically active people. We vote. We opine. There’s a picture of me, aged about four, waving an American flag at some kind of Democratic rally. It’s in my blood), JW and I headed over to Bucktown to use up a Groupon that’s about to expire.
Dinner was excellent. We didn’t go for the half priced bottles of wine (JW seemed to think this might make me more forlorn), but if you haven’t headed over there, you should consider it.
Also, they were really nice about our Groupon, not snobby and irritated about it, which is my number one pet peeve about Groupon.
If you think it’s beneath you, don’t participate. Please don’t sneer at me.
I’m off to get things done. Soup and grilled cheese with both Ws tonight, and Nikki vs. Treadmill: The Wednesday edition, to look forward to.
Have a good one, chickadees!