Yesterday I jogged for the first time this year. In January, of all things. (Welcome to Texas!) It got up to 72. Looks like I’ll get another one in this week, as it’s going to be in the mid-70s today. Wednesday and Thursday are iffy (high 60s). It depends on how uncomfortable it feels with the wind. But I digress. I figured I would be so sore this morning I couldn’t move, but apparently my little mall-walking trick and ol’ Gilad have helped me keep from turning into a total blob. Don’t get me wrong, I can feel muscles I forgot I had, but it’s not that bad. It was good to get out and see some sunshine and breathe fresh air for a change. I missed those endorphines. I despise getting out there and doing it but I love it when I’m done and after a hot shower.

I have a feeling those endorphines are going to be a necessity before too long. Do you think I have an addictive personality?