Just Call Me Forrest Gump

I did it. Hiatus over. Three miles, a wet head of hair, and 20 ounces of H2O later, I accomplished the amazing wonder that has been eluding me. I'm back at the gym. Take that, Christmas fudge, spinach dip, and sangria-you will sit no longer on my derrière!

No, I did not run across the U.S. three times in the same shoes, come up with the saying, "Have a Nice Day" or have a large group of followers like Forrest. But I did get quite sweaty!