Kristin, Denise and Colleen all went to a writer's retreat this past weekend and are, no doubt, on their way home today. Hubby had knee surgery and couldn't travel so I stayed home to pamper him. *g* We are now on vacation (two hours from home), and relaxing. Of course, I am writing toward a September 15 deadline, so I'll be working some this week, but I love to write and in a beautiful setting, all the more, so it works out.
You would be so proud of me, I actually went to the exercise room last night and worked out. I do believe that's a first for me. In the past, when I've been on vacation, I hung up my gym shoes (which I've had for five years and still look brand new--wonder what that means?) till vacation was over. Okay, the truth is, I don't even bring my gym shoes. All right, all right. I don't own any gym shoes--or at least I didn't, until I got serious about this exercise thing. Hey, two miles--would you believe one?--every other day IS serious for me!
I bare my soul to you and I think it's only fair that you do the same. *g* How about it, when you're on vacation, do you continue with your disciplines (yeah, I didn't know what that word meant either, but I heard an athlete use it and decided to toss it around) of exercise and all that or when you go on vacation, do you plunk your rump down in a comfy seat, eat chips and chocolate till you want to barf, then go home, feeling as though you've had a good time?
Be honest. I mean, it's just between us. :-)
(By the way, those are NOT my feet in the picture, just so you know.)