Woo Hoo! Revisited

I don't care if I feel like I'm going to barf towards the end. I don't care if my chest is heaving and I cough little chunks of stomachy goodness afterwards.

I am going to keep running!!

It's not because I have discovered a new love of sweating. It's not because I have suddenly dropped the 30 pounds I would like to lose. It's not because of that Zen crap I was touting last time. Oh no.

It's because Handsome Husband told me my butt was looking good.

He did! Now it was at the beginning of some amore, if you know what I mean, but he knew I was a *sure thing* so the effort put forth to lie would have been for naught. And no, he hadn't committed some act of assholery that *some* husbands *sometimes* do. Nope. There was no reason to say it except that HE MEANT IT!

If it wasn't 11:30 at night I'd be shimmying into those hideous underarmor running pants right now. But instead I'll cuddle up next to my HH and dream of the fab thighs that should soon follow....

okay, not this good, but a girl can dream...