What Dorothy Has Learned This Week...

Whenever I've been sick before, I have always felt like I had a note from home for not exercising, and have taken the day(s) off guilt-free. But these points, you see...In spite of feeling lousy (you should hear me sing "Ol' Man River" - it is a freakish thing of beauty), I have dragged my sorry self down to the Caves of Mordor (aka my basement) and got on my treadmill for 20 minutes. Turns out, I did not die because of this extreme measure. And, at the risk of sounding like Martha Stewart, I feel compelled to say, "It's a good thing."