I stood in line at my local community centre today. I let the lady take a hideously unflattering picture of me. And then I gave her a lot of money.
I now have a gym membership. 2009 is the year of physical fitness. Of consistently healthy living. At least in my world. I understand that today is statistically the day resolutions start failing. For me, they're just beginning.
I'll try not to bore you with my progress, but I'm sure my attempts at shaping up will be documented here. The goal is to run 5k without dying. For starters.
And to feel strong. And maybe even be strong.
I can't wait.