Remember how I said I would run at least three miles? Hahaaaa that did NOT happen. I left work way later than I expected and had sort of a bad end to the day. I wasn’t even going to run but pushed myself to go; I figured the endorphins would help with stress. I got in one mile and some weight training. Something is better than nothing, right?
The stats: 1 mi. in 9:31 mins.
Maybe if I’m feeling especially inspired, I’ll go for an outdoor run tomorrow morning before I head into the city for brunch. Apparently the place we’re going serves endless margaritas as part of a brunch special. Excited and terrified at the same time!