when you make yourself sore.
I had a fun weekend with the ladies in my life. We went dress shopping, lunched on the patio and indulged in some chocolate gelato. Saturday night we had friend over and played wii while gorging ourselves on snacks... including peanut M&M's and freezies.
But Sunday... Sunday I woke up feeling gross disappointed in my indulgences over the weekend and decided to run. I haven't run in a few weeks... its been to hot, to cold, to wet or to late, but Sunday I had no excuse. I saddled up and headed out. I ran for 50 minutes, about 6k. It felt good. The proudest moment was my stop at the park where I did a mini boot camp. For about a half hour I ran the bleachers, lunged up the hills, counted push-ups and crunches... it felt good to sweat.