The Abbott Girls Dig Fall

Yay Fall! It was a chilly 50-something degrees out this morning, so I knew I needed to bundle Haley up for the gym. I think she was digging on the coziness. I have a feeling she is going to love fall just as much as I do.

I really don't have much today. I need to get a lot done around the house.

Oh ya. Well I am already dreading Tuesday next week. Somehow I got roped into running with the runners Tuesday morning before Turbokick class. I suck at running. But they said they would "train" me the proper way to run. I guess if I am going to do something, I should do it all the way--and with the "pros". I am just not sure if they know what they have gotten themselves into. I think it will be good for me, because I will be motivated to keep up and not look a fool--so no sluffing.

Wish me luck.

Until next time.... c :

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