I ran five miles yesterday. In 14 degree weather.

And loved it.

And completely undid all the good by munching on a half-dozen christmas cookies and throwing back a beer at a coworker get-together.

A sugar addict, I am.

Today I went snowshoeing with D. My legs were happy that I stretched them out without killing them at spinning. My emotions? I wouldn't exactly characterize them as happy... but... there were moments. And what can I say, I miss the puppies.

Who were very, very happy to see me. Scout couldn't help himself and climbed up into my lap the second I got into the car.

Yes, in the end, despite the brief tears, it was definately worth it. It is what it is, he's not the one. But the puppies still love me.