Since I'm going to Portland in a little less than 2 months, I've decided that I need to loose a little weight and get a tan. Why do I need to do these things, you may ask? Well, because I've gained 10 lbs since we moved down here. And I've noticed that I am always tired. Getting in shape will be a good thing. But mostly I want to look the same as I did before we moved. I know. I'm pathetic and vain. But whatever. The tan? Well, that will just be fun! Anyway, this morning I took Baby Girl to the park. We don't live too far, so I put her on her bike and I jogged beside her. Discovery of the day: I AM OUT OF SHAPE!! We didn't get 50 yards from our home and I was panting and wishing that she would SLOW DOWN! Man! 3 year old legs can move fast. When we got to the park I got a little bit of a break because it's mostly uphill. WHEW. I was about to fall over and we hadn't even gone 1/2 a mile. Got to the park and I rested while Baby Girl played on the slides and swings. Then it was time to head home. Now, if going to the park is uphill, going home is down... my legs were throbbing by the time we got home and Baby Girl just laughed as she left me in her dust along the park walk way. I don't think I ran for even 15 minutes today. But I ache. I am out of shape. This is going to be A LOT harder than I thought. Wish me luck. Oh, and if you see a crumpled shape on the ground, and a three year old speeding off on her bike, cackling as she goes, please call an ambulance. Thanks.