_{^{~Groovin' With Soccamom~}}

I finally got my phat ass back on the treadmill. I was afraid for a minute there that it might collapse, but it held and I walked, sang off key, sweated, smiled and felt great. I wonder if I can do it again tomorrow or will soccaslug be back.

I love being sweaty from physical exhertion in any form and tonight I can just feel my outlook brighten. I know that if I don't lose some flab before the summer, I may have to wear long sleeves and long pants all year long. That won't be a happy sight but I really can't believe I let myself get in this shape...a circle is a shape, isn't it?
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