I'm counting it

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I got up this morning, donned my work out clothes,












drove a few kids to school, picked up the hubby for a "drink" 
(this means diet coke for me and water for him),









took him back to work, drove home, drove back to the office to drop off the Girls Scout Cookie order form, 









drove back home, helped tackle the mess that is a kitchen cupboard,
did a bunch of other stuff not worthy of comment (as if this stuff is),
never did my work out which was supposed to be this,
halhigdon marathon training for novices 
showered, and went to lunch with the ladies.
I am counting it -- I got in my work out clothes!

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