How Do You Compete With Crazy?

I think those of you who are acquainted with me know that I loathe exercise in all of its many and varied forms. But lately I've been noticing creaks and groans in the joints and I have had to face the fact that I am no longer a spring chicken. To counteract the effects of time, I decided it was time to implement an exercise program. So for the last month I have been quietly exercising. And by quietly I mean bitching, moaning, cursing, and generally being a pill about the whole thing.

I sucked it up and started moving my body. I have exercised four times a week for a month now. I have done everything from yoga and pilates to a spin class and walking. I even went to a body pump class taught by my friend Erin that was both frightening and amazing and left me hobbling for a full four days. I have been very proud of myself.

Until a few days ago.

That is when I found out that my husband took my exercise idea and, as so eloquently stated by my daughter, raised it by about a billion. Nothing simple like moving your body a couple of times a week for him. Oh no! Never one to do things by half measures, he decided he was going to run every day for 100 straight days. That's right. You heard me. One Hundred Days Of Running. Good lord, how can I compete with that? I told him I now officially hate him as anything I do looks pathetic and wimpy compared to him.

If you want to follow him and see how he's faring with this ridiculous goal, you can read about it here. http://run100days.blogspot.com/

It's Not Easy Being an Evil Genius

Sabrina: Calvin, let me give you some tips here. When you attempt an evil laugh, you have to let it all out. You can't do it through your nose. If you do, you just end up blowing snot on people, and while that's evil, it's not really the evil you're going for.