After slacking off for two weeks during the holidays, I finally decided to get serious about my workout schedule again. So today I headed back down to the treadmill for a slow two and a quarter mile jog. But instead of feeling proud that I'd climbed back on the wagon, I spent the entire workout feeling guilty for not taking the dog on a walk (I'm on grand-dog sitting duty). It didn't help that he stared at me the entire time with a woeful look on his face. Talk about guilt! But it's 20 degrees outside! Still, I feel so bad...
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