That being sad, I took the day off Sunday and then again on Monday (unintentionally, I just didn't ever get time) and then yesterday and today I have been nursing gallbladder issues so I didn't want to push it by running. But boy, do I feel terrible. Mentally and physically. I actually wanted to run. I feel so 'blah' if I don't run now, which I guess is a good thing.
Matt got me some sweet running gear for my birthday (water bottle, compression socks, and an awesome 'runner girl' car magnet)!!!
Anyway, I'm hitting the treadmill tomorrow, come hell or high-water. I have to get back in the groove.