So for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to go to the track tonight. And it was... until the blizzard hit. I would have given just about anything for a good pair of ski goggles.
We ran for 3 min and walked for 2 min, and did that 7 times. It was BRUTAL. I pulled my damn groin muscle again. Stretching is my friend.
I'm tired. I'm having a cuppa and going to bed with my Women's Fitness magazine. That is, when Logan is done in the kitchen. He was in the bathroom the ENTIRE time I was gone. That's an hour fifteen. Geez!
I don't think I'll be on the treadmill in the morning. Have to get up an hour early anyways for the HIP. I am counting on the roads being cleared. Plus, I think my legs need a rest for a day.
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