it's crunch...i mean CRASH time...

26 days and counting until my feet hit the sands of the sexiest beaches in the world.  will i have the body to blend in? the confidence to act like a victoria secret model? i better. it is my 30th birthday celebration after-all. i am traveling 14 hours by plane to absorb, party and and live up my last hours of the 20's in a country that appreciates a good time and oozes beautiful people.  i MUST MUST MUST look hot. program...2 hours a day...no skipping. it crash time... and crunch time... 

new shoes

new shoes. they are squishy and bouncy and light-weight. they are practically begging me to run.
the excitement to put them on and GO! comes so easily everytime i catch a glance at them.

feeling sluggish. buy a new pair. they could jump start you again.