No One Said It Would Be Easy.

{hope this provides a little comic relief to you all ;)}

A little while ago I announced my plan to run a 5K. I'm sure everyone knows how that goes. It creeps up, you anticipate it with dread, and inevitably end up pushing the workout start date farther back. BUT not this time. I'm determined.

And as much as I would sell every single one of my fabulous bags and shoes for a miracle cure to look like a SI model, unfortunately I know I won't just wake up one day, look in the mirror and see Marissa Miller staring back at me. And, my cute butt jeans aren't going to just button themselves. Le sigh. So I gotta do what I gotta do.

As a result, for the past couple of weeks, every other day (in rain, sleet, blizzard & snowmageddon conditions), with Real Simple magazine and my iPod in hand, I have kept trucking to the gym. And I have to say that I am now starting to get to the point where I am actually enjoying it. Thank you, Lady Gaga.

The feeling that I get as I am walking out of the gym is undescribable. Like my hubs says "The soreness is the weakness leaving your body." I kinda like that visual imagine. Hasta la vista weak self!

I am slowly starting to find a balance stilettos and sweatpants, and I have to say I am loving it!