Until my toes bleed

I just got back from the gym after a two week hiatus. I'd quit going a couple of weeks ago due to my seasonal allergies [that and a pinch of laziness]. My allergies have been kicking ass and taking names, and I don't see them easing up anytime soon. And since spending my days in a hermetically sealed bubble isn't an option, I decided it was time to face the dreaded elliptical trainer. Albeit with one functioning nostril.

Strangely, I felt great during my workout, all those endorphins and blood pumping around. And now I know I'm veering dangerously close to sounding like one of those women who live in their black stretchy work-out pants. STOP IT, STOP IT Meredith! And, just to remind myself never to write anything like this again, I promise to do jumping jacks in high heels until my toes bleed.