I'm trying something new these days: I'm told it's called exercise?
Riley taking me out [read: running at me at full force and knocking me to the ground in manner of a bowling ball meeting the pins] in the backyard three weeks ago put a kink in the who running plan for a while, but one knee brace and lot of rest, ice, and ibuprofen later, I'm back in the game. (Note to future self: when dog runs at you with ball, move.) Anyway. I've been taking said dog for a walk every day this week, and I went for my first post-injury run today.  Just to clarify though, before you get too impressed, my running is more rulking [wunning?], but I intend to improve, eventually. If I can manage to do this on a regular basis, I plan to reward myself with athletic apparel. While I was never anything but a faux-athlete, I am a sucker for the stuff.  Inexplicably, I have the same reaction in a Nike store as I do when I walk into an Anthropologie [want. everything], which has always weirded  me out a little...

Nothing like a little vanity and materialism to keep you going, right?
We'll see how it goes.
Hopefully health will also occur. Side effect, no?

happy birthday to the hobbit!
(and tomorrow, to dear ol' bilbo himself)

while fully intending to write an actual post [gasp!], i got distracted with formatting changes and have actually given self migraine trying to center my header. with that unexpectedly mammoth achievement completed, i end.

back to bed, then, maybe?
hurrah for a day off.