I just got back from a run.
a. because I needed to get out of the house by myself
b. to show the sun how much I appreciated it before it disappears again for a week
3. because I have seven pounds I wish I had left in Peoria
4. because I am not helping myself lose those seven pounds since all I ate today was cereal, saltine crackers, and brownies. (clearly, we haven't gone shopping yet, but we just got our fridge yesterday. We'll get there.)
e. I sort of like to exercise.
But that's not the story.
So I'm running and I go past these two little girls riding bikes. One says hi to me. I finish going around the block, stretch, and decide I didn't hate it so much that I can't go again.
I start off again, and am going past the same two little girls. Just as I slip past, one little girl says, in complete disdain, "We already saw her." The other girl quickly responded, "Well, she likes to exercise."
Yeah right. Refer back to explanation e.
And yet, even though I truly hate it at times, I also thoroughly enjoy it. Hard to explain, but true.