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I don't always work out, but when I do....

I look damn good doin' it. 

Or so I was told today by a random guy on the street as I was (indeed) power-walking.  Don't judge.  I have bad knees and respond best to walking.  At least I don't pretend to have ski poles!  Something got this dude's attention -- needless to say, I'm certain it was the shoes.  You know that thing (most) chicks do?  The "Imma buy new shoes to motivate myself to work out!" which loosely translates to "These shoes are cute and I want them."  I did this.  If we're being honest, I've done it for the majority of my life.  I did, at least, refrain from wearing them for non-exercise purposes and really feel like I should get some bonus points for that effort. 

Would you believe I've had these for like 9 months? 
Yeah, that whole "work out" phase lasted real long.


Chicago has had what I can only describe as the crappiest winter ever.  Honestly?  Did we even have snow?  Suddenly, all of the plants have buds and today we hit the record-breaking 81 degree mark.  I love warm weather, but I also love winter.

That being said, when it's 80 degrees outside and you're done with work for the day at 3:30, you can't just go home and blog sit on the couch -- you have to take advantage of that weather!  My advanced apologies to Porch as this also means I made 0 effort to make any form of dinner.  So today I'm thankful that I was able to get out, get some fresh air, and most importantly, get out of the office before dark.

Because they look way better propped up on the ottoman. 



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