Today, Miss Agoraphobic (me), the exercise-detesting, leery-old-men-hating, cold-weather-damning chick...
First time in a long while.
Which is sad, since I just started going a month or two ago.
But I went.
And took pics beforehand to prove to all you non-believers.
I didn't stay long.
I get bored really easily, and Craig's Ipod didn't have enough music to hold my interest.
And the spiky-haired dude on one of the treadmills beside me was just begging for a punch to his fake-tanned face.
Daisy lounged around, watching me get ready.
Don't think she believed I would leave.
And when I came back, Craig was home early from work.
He put a screensaver on my computer, so I'd have a lovely message waiting for me:
The day is automatically one hundred times better.
Take THAT, Spiky McOrangeFace!