In an effort to shake things up yesterday after Saturday’s jaunt into the delightful wonderland called 30-Day Shred Level Two: DEATH, I decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and go on a walk with Rosie and the iPod.

And holy bananas: the weather was fantastic, the tunes were awesome (thanks to you guys and this really nice dude who lives in my house who compiled them for me) and the whole way Rosie grinned up at me through a river of shiny drool.

It was glorious.

And I felt…well…I felt great.  Strong, even.  It’s amazing what a good song can do for a push up a steep hill.  For one thing, it masks my horrifying gaspy breath sounds, (which I like to pretend no one else can hear either) and for another, it never fails to make me feel like I am in a sweeping epic about a down-on-her-luck girl who overcame all the staggering odds to compete in the National Stroller Pushlympics, and as I crest that incline with the music swelling, I look around to see if anyone else saw how awesome I was.  Um, walking up that hill.

But WHATEVER.  It pumps me up, and I LIKE IT.

So I’m just going to come out and say it, even though it kind of makes me want to puke just thinking about it: I’m going to try a 5K at the end of March.

I cannot BELIEVE I just wrote that.  Because now I have to do it.  And really, that’s kind of the point: I need some accountability, right?  So hey!  How about being accountable to the whole Internet?  What can I say, I like to do things 100%.  Unless I feel like half-assing, which occurs pretty frequently as well.

SO.  Support is needed, encouragement welcome, and you can bet your sweet jellybeans that by the time I cross the finish line of that sucker I will have already picked out the soundtrack that will accompany the video montage of my athletic achievement in all its glory.

Unless my hair looks like crap.  Then we’ll see.