Speaking of tears and workouts, I am officially. For Real This Time. Trying to run. I found this couch-to-5K thing online, and so I thought I'd try it. It takes like 9 weeks, and I'll be running 3.1 miles by the end of it. It seems to be subtle enough that I could do it. I really need to do something, and I've felt like I'd like running for years. However, every time I try, I get fed up and I stop. There's no reason for me to do that. This past weekend at the AIDS walk was a real motivator to do something with my life, to do something with myself. It's all up to me, and I know I can do it.
Must go now. Dog needs petting.