1. I finally ran yesterday for the first time since the half last weekend. I had every intention of lacing back up on Monday, but life, weather, and timing conspired against me. It was a meager three miles on the treadmill at a slower pace than I ran my half marathon and it felt harder than it should have. I sure it was because of the walking lunges I’ve been doing. My butt and legs already felt busted before I ever took the first step. But in a good way.
2. I read this article a couple of days ago and was completely flabergasted by the “orthorexia” part. Are you freakin’ kidding me??? Eat a healthy diet and you’re labeled as having a disorder? Give your body what’s best for it and you need behavioral therapy? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
3. Harley ate part of his blanket. I didn’t even notice until he tried to pass it. You haven’t lived until you’ve pulled the last few inches of a two-foot-long piece of fleece from your dog’s ass.