Sleet Day.

It's sleeting outside and the roads are getting slick. Normally, this would be distressing for me. As I am from Oklahoma, I am ill-prepared for any weather categories other than "Hot As Blazes" or "Tornadoes! Run For The Cellar, Young'uns!"

But today, I am not distressed. Why, you ask? Because I bailed on work as soon as I heard "slick roads." I do not get paid enough nor is my work important enough to risk life and limb driving in rush hour with my fellow Oklahomans.

So, here I am at home, in fuzzy socks and comfy yoga pants, munching on roasted chick peas (the recipe is from Robyn's site and is delicious!). Sometimes I'm struck by how incredibly lucky I am.

I watched The Biggest Loser last night and again I found that I'm unable to just
sit and watch. I feel like I need to follow their examples and get up and move. So, last night, I walked on the treadmill during the show and before I knew it, I'd ticked off 7.25 miles during the 90 minutes. My knee hates me today. But the rest of me thinks I'm fabulous.

I suppose even Sleet Days are not an excuse for blowing off a workout, yet I can't get to my gym, so I'm off to have some quality time with the good ladies from The Firm. I'm sure my butt will be screaming tomorrow, but in the good way.