I was a good Cindar and went out for my 18 minutes of running today. (18 min. is a guestimate that hopefully equals the 1.5 miles I'm supposed to be running). After work I had to zip home to change since I didn't pack my running bag this morning. It's oh-so tempting to just hit the couch once I get home from work. But I was good and got out for my continual "hammie recovery" runs. Andy wasn't much help, though. He was too spent from one of his "silver mylar pillow" parties last night and decided to crash at the car while I was out running.
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