I ran seven miles today. And I feel like this:
Ow. Why did seven miles feel so much longer than six? And why am I can’t-get-up-off-the-couch kind of sore only a few hours after my run, when last week I never had a lick of soreness?
Running, you are a saucy minx who throws out mixed signals like whoa. Puppyface sticks out her tongue at you.
P.S. Good thing we went grocery shopping today. Frozen vegetables, for the win!
But hey, seven miles!
More tomorrow . . .