Two weeks and ten miles later...

My birthday was kind of my New Year's Eve.
I decided I don't want to be a creaky old lady anymore.

So, I've been walking a mile every weekday morning since my birthday.
I thought it would be a pain in the butt squeezing it into my morning schedule of tending to everyone else's needs, and I was right.
But, it is working out so far.

I'd like to report that I've been feeling great, and that I go to work feeling refreshed and invigorated.
But I don't.
I feel frazzled and a bit hurried.
And my hair is frizzy because I no longer have enough time to deal with it properly.

On the plus side...
My face looks about five years younger.
No, I'm not saying I look 36 years old.
But...
I don't look *so* much like my mother anymore.
So, there's that.

Also...
Following me up the stairs yesterday, the husband made some comment about how nice "the view" was since I started walking.

And, there's that. ;-)