Saturday, May 29 was my last run. I was exhausted with no motivation, but the day was glorious and E was motivational. I went out telling myself that all I had to do was 3 miles. No big plans are necessary if it means I'll actually get out and run vs. sit on my butt. So once we're out there, 3 easily turns into 5 and I feel like I'm running really fast. Quick pace, E says.
I pushed through a round of Ab Ripper upon returning, and threw in some nice stretching. And post-shower I was greeted with a frosty margarita and delicious fish tacos. Holy Memorial Day Weekend!