My calves are going to be rock hard

I've never been one to seriously "work out."


I've exercised in fits and spurts over the last ten years, but nothing has really stuck. A little running here, a little elliptical there, nothing to really write home about. I've never really felt that "runners high" that seems to compel others to keep doing it. I've never seen dramatic weight loss or measurably better moods from doing it regularly. I guess you can say that I've never really caught the vision.


I especially never understood why a person would go to a football stadium and run up and down the steps for pleasure. Stairs and I have never had the type of relationship that gives me enough to want to spend my free time visiting them.


That is, until now.


This freakin puppy of ours LOVES going up stairs. Not just walking up stairs...RUNNING up them. Not only that, but he is FREAKED out to go down them.




SO,

I am now the girl who runs up 3 flights of stairs only to turn around and carry 15 lbs back down them.


Because I'll do anything to keep this puppy tired enough to avoid chewing up my one true love....my new couch.