Exercise, What a Strange and Unusual Concept…

It’s almost seven in the morning and Emily just woke up (blankets fell off of the bed again). She ambled slowly downstairs and peered at my blearily, “Mama? What are you doing?”

And walking here on the treadmill for the first time in months I had to think hard for a moment, “It’s uh, it’s called exercise.”

Accepting this answer she was off to cuddle with her daddy for the rest of the ‘night’.

All I can say in my own defense is that I woke up this morning and thought, “You know, today would be a good day to start the day, and the year, off right with a little bit of exercise.”

But you know it has to be bad when your five-year-old can’t even remember the last time you walked on a treadmill…