i'd rather...

i hate exercise, i mean really hate it. i'd rather be in labor 48hrs. , get a root canal, dig ditches(well i guess that is exercise), redo the eighth grade(scary!), confess ALL my sins directly to the Pope, become the tourist spokesperson for Nashville, eat liver, drink butter milk, or the worst of the worst EAT OATMEAL, ...than exercise. There i said it!

i do like to walk, but it is difficult to find a safe place to walk without driving to someplace first. So i must drive someplace to walk someplace. Stupid! i'm the kind of person that likes to get a workout without calling it exercise. You know, like, if i could walk a mile to Kroger and walk back with my sacks of groceries. i could get in two miles, up and down hills using my purchases of flour/can goods like small weights. Signs in Nashville should say "Walk at your on Risk" because it is not a pleasant experience some on this blog can attest to. Either cars stop and want to offer a ride(OK kind of nice until the 10th person stops you), cars slow down to scream obscenities or throw things at you(for the life of me, i don't understand this) or they whiz by so close, swerving that you swear you're going to get hit!

Anyway, like i said, i hate exercising and another thing...

...umm...i'm complaining, i think i should stop now.
gail