I've never been good at following instructions. Or rules.
Which is why, when the zombies are licking at my heels, I won't want to listen to what my husband or anyone else has to say, and I'm going to get eaten. Let me tell you why.
I exercised outside today for the first time in 20 weeks. Exercise inside, no matter how vigorous, is different from exercise outside.
I fired up my 'Zombies, Run!' app and went 4 miles and evaded two swarms before the zombies got me, but get me they did. *sigh* There were some pretty fall trees that I took pictures of. Maybe that's why I got chewed on. Stopping for photography.
It was a good workout, even though my chest was heaving and I was coughing up a lung at the end, really sprinting to escape pretend hoardes of the undead. Man, I'm a dork.
In less dorky news, Book Club decided on Afterwards, by Roseamund Lupton. It wasn't my choice, but I'm sure it'll be good, nonetheless.
