I'm (Not) Crazy Mommy: This morning's 3.5 mile run is brought to you by . . .

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

This morning's 3.5 mile run is brought to you by . . .

Foo Fighters. Because they are awesome. My Chemical Romance ain't half bad either. That's all I have to say. (Still sweating.)

3 comments:

Jenny P.October 15, 2008 at 9:08 AM
Oh so proud of you... four miles is just around the corner...

and I think you'll beat me there, since I seem to have forgotten how to turn on my treadmill.
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InkMomOctober 15, 2008 at 1:55 PM
Actually, MommyJ, I did 4.4 miles last week, but I got a late start this morning and had to cut it short. But the encouraging words are welcome nonetheless!

I can totally show you how to use the treadmill if you need a refresher course. Ha, ha. You are going to be SO SORE on Saturday!
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Stacie CooperOctober 15, 2008 at 9:14 PM
I'm impressed! Ya'll are way ahead of me. I used to run all the time, but not so much lately. You have inspired me!
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