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.