EDIT: It is now 2:39 AM and I just finished twenty minutes on the treadmill because I could NOT get to sleep. My brain kept saying, “You didn’t walk today.”

“I know, but I spent two hours in a pool and have the sunburn to prove it.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t walk.”

“But I walked around in water.”

“Yeah, but …”

“Fine. I’ll get up and knock out twenty minutes. Will that keep you happy?”

“Yes.”

So there you are. Apparently cardio is addictive.

I did not walk on the treadmill today, people. I freely admit that, and will take whatever ridicule and castigation you choose to hand out.

Before you dish out said ridicule and castigation, however, let me say that I did not walk on the treadmill because I spent two hours in a pool walking back and forth, bouncing up and down, and generally hanging out with my writing group while celebrating the Fourth of July. And considering that I am 1) somewhat sunburned, 2) completely wiped, and 3) just want to go to bed, I figure the pool time more than fulfilled my walking goal for the day.

Also, I took a shower before climbing into my jammies and I don’t want to change back into workout clothes and get all sweated up again. Hey, a girl has to have some standards.