I just got off the treadmill. i was on there for a half hour, super power walking almost jogging. Before that, I fed the boy lunch. before that, we went for a walk, and to the park. before that, i went grocery shopping, got gas, and did some banking. before that, i vacuumed my house and did laundry. before that I fed the boy breakfast. The only upside to being hypomanic is that I am suddenly superwoman, able to leap buidlings in a single bound.