I wanna be a runner.
I've always admired runners.

So last week I tried...
I ended my enjoyable workout relationship with the elliptical,
and went straight for the dreaded treadmill at the gym.



I got a bunch of blisters.



But that didn't phase me.
Instead, I just complained about my hurting feet;
constantly.

Since Kevin cared about my wounded feet,
and more importantly, grew tired of my complaining,
he agreed to the purchase of new running shoes for me.

I tried on a ton of shoes and eventually found the perfect fit.
Yay!

Wish me and my feetsies good luck this week!




(P.S: Why is my thumb up in this pic like I'm trying to hitch-hike? Weirdo...)

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