Blisters! But I did it......

Here's a quick preface; Jeff & I went in for our 6 month lab work (cholesterol, blood sugar, thyroid, etc.) at different times a few weeks ago, and as expected, my cholesterol came back high (I have a family history - just sayin'). I got the call to come back in. I was fully anticipating a prescription. Nope. Instead, I received the 'jog-til-you-puke' speech. *Sigh*

Fast forward 7 days, to when Jeff gets his phone call to come back in. I told him to get his jogging shoes ready so he could join me in the puke fest. He goes in, anticipating the same speech I got. Nope. Instead, he got a WRITTEN.PRESCRIPTION!!!!! Come on! Seriously?! His was higher than mine!!!! I'm sorry, am I shouting? YES.I.AM!!!!! I swear, our doctor has issues regarding females and weight *rolleyes*

Sooo, that leads me to tonight's post... I came home from work, changed clothes, put on my tennis shoes (which I now affectionately call my 'Misery' shoes (think Misery, the movie!), harnessed Barkley up and took off for the walking trail downtown. If you know Barkley, you know that he is afraid of his own shadow and f-ah-reaks at the slightest movement or sound - so naturally it was a cluster getting him out of the car, my iPod in my ears, keys around wrist and Blackberry situated. Yes, this was going to be fun.....

We walked, and we walked, and we walked. At one point I sent a text to my friend asking, "How long is this dang trail?!" I'm not exactly sure how long it really is, but if anyone tells me it's less than 5 miles round trip, I'll swear you're lying.

*We finally made it to the turn around spot!!!*

*At which point, I wanted to jump in here...alligators or no alligators.*
*Even Barkley stopped to complain about the chafing*

I have three blisters; one on each heel and one on the top of my right foot. War wounds! Sorry doc, there will be no puking, because there will be no jogging until I build up some stamina.

And just think, I get to repeat this all over again tomorrow. Yippee.....