Yes, I said it. No, I haven't done it yet.
But yes, you read correctly. As soon as I get home - and by "home," I mean "very small, very messy place to sleep" - I am going to clean it up and go for a run. Yes, a run. Nevermind that I'm only running because I'm too cheap too drive, and my destination is the tanning salon, which will likely lead to cancer, because I'm going for a run. It's exercise. And I need a tan (Myrtle Beach, anyone?)
It's a slow start, but it's a start nonetheless. And tomorrow, if I have ambition, I'm going to hit the pool at the Y. Whoa.
In other news, I also walk to work now. Walk. That's exercise, too. First step: walking to work, next step: running the Chicago Marathon.
Yessss. I can see it now...