I'm Trucking

With a week on the beach, I promised myself I would run every single day.

I then proceeded to never move faster than a leisurely stroll. I know, so useful. I ate out every day. It was great for everything but my fitness goals.

Now I'm back to it. Went for a two mile run this morning with the dogs. At no point did I think I was going to die, so I guess that's progress. Of course, now I'm at work in tight black capris and a light hoodie because I felt so athletic and good about myself, but it's cloudy, in the upper 30s and raining. Whoops.