Pant...weeze...pant...weeze...gulp...pant...pant...omg...weeze...omg...weeze...I just ran 5km. My inner asthmatic didn't like parts of that.
Ask me why I ran 5 km.
I'll tell you, imaginary Craig Ferguson-esque sidekick.
It didn't rain today. It's beautiful and sunny and warm. I wanted to be outside and I wanted a challenging workout. For me, jogging is always a challenge.
But the real reason is, I'm excited today because we booked our trip to Europe! It's official, I have six weeks to whip my busted, tired body into a brick house.
In no time at all, we'll be touching down in sunny tropical England. Ahh, England in April; the words are synonymous with bikinis and coconut scented sun screen...or jackets and a sensible pair of shoes, either way.
After a couple of weeks in Britain, we'll carry on to Italy for a week.
I'm going to visit the remains of Pompeii, this time for sure. It's been on my bucket list since I was in 10th grade latin and Quintus was in triclinio bibit. I have to tick the Pompeii box before I die, or before Vesuvius erupts again and consumes the archaeological record. I'll be there soon. Come on, no volcanic eruptions!
So in a little over a month, I hope to lose a little over 10 lbs and I really want to tone up my arms and abs because this is the summer of the tank top.
Says the UN...don't argue with me, imaginary sidekick.
In further news, it's taco night. I'm making chicken tacos with whole wheat tortillas, sautéed peppers and onions, sour cream, chipotle salsa and a slice of avocado on top. Just say California fresh. What are you having tonight?