I am buying a house. It's beautiful. I'm in love with it. There is a huge master suite that includes a fabulous walk-in closet, bedroom designed for a king (and queen), and a bathroom with dual sinks a shower AND a tub, and a toilet in a room all by itself, then there is an enormous living room with an adjoining Florida room, and three, count 'em, THREE bay windows. The house is planted sweetly on a just quarter-acre lot with woods on three sides, settled a decent distance into a country club right on the Rainbow River. It is perfect. Truly perfect.
I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr...
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