Hi sexies!

I’m here in Charlotte, taking care of Mom.  That’s right folks, I’m domesticated.  I cook and clean.  It’s been kinda cool too, because my family isn’t really veg, so I’m able to introduce a lot of cool healthy foods to the fam, and the more I learn, the tastier the recipes are.

So I’m here, you know, the weather kind of blows, plus I didn’t want to leave my mom alone while I went for a run.  What to do, what to do?  I packed my workout clothes, and I didn’t want to lose all my fitness while I was here at home.  Lucky for me, my Dad, who requested that he have a man room when he bought this house, put a treadmill in the man room.  So on it I went.  Among the Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada posters, the dartboards, and the pile of Sports Illustrated in the corner.

(PS, my Dad actually watched like 3 hours of The Real Housewives of Atlanta last time I was home because I left the television on Bravo.  It’s actually a good show, y’all, Nene Leakes speaks the truth).

This is me, mid-stride, running.  I haven’t been able to get rid of that bra that the hook broke on, so it’s still going.  Notice the Derek Jeter poster behind me? I was able to get 5 miles in while The Bodyguard blared.  Whitney bettah werq!  I know we all complain like someone is stealing our firstborn when we have to get on the “dreadmill” but it really wasn’t so bad. And, if it turns out I need to take a leave and move to Charlotte while my mom heals, I need to make this treadmill and these yoga DVDs out to be the most fun thing since Amanda Bynes starting tweeting weird stuff.

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