Forgive me fitness, for I have sinned. I have blasphemously let my hard-earned running callouses heal. I know, I know! Absolute travesty of epic proportions!
I have not been making enough time for running lately, and it is a crying shame, because I love it. I love being outside, seeing the world unfiltered, feeling the sun on my face, the breeze in my hair- and the sweat dripping off my nose (and well, everywhere else).
Some sort of miracle happens when I am able to get out there and hit the pavement. All of my worries just fall by the wayside- or just don’t seem to have the mammoth proportions they did prior to the run. It keeps me in balance.
I have to be more time conscious. Between work, parenting, working out, school- the cycle has not given me much free time.
I am so glad that I set my alarm clock this morning and made it happen. A good run makes for a better me.
Just because she makes me laugh and I love this gif.
Google search made me sad today. That is a whole lotta burpees.