I did my 15 minutes last night, but boy, I had to fight for them. A minute and half into my walk, Offspring #3 needed a diaper change (sorry, it’s gross I know) – and it couldn’t be put off until later. Six minutes into walk, #2 needed to tell me something, so I jump off (not literally) the tread and listen intently to her tell me that she forget what she was going to tell me. Sigh. Nine minutes in, #1 tells me the phone is ringing, I say that’s why God gave us answering machines. By this time I had a choice, I could say “fugeddaboudit” and just chuck the whole work out, or I could keep going and finish come hell or high water. I chose the latter out of sheer spite and I finished. I felt like a runner breaking through the finish line!! Woo-hoo! On another note, I ate a lot of candy last night. And that’s all I have to say about that. Happy Friday!