Day 2

I stayed the night at my friend's house, and lucky for me, she has a tredmill.

So I woke up around 8, and forced my lazy self to run a mile.

I wanted to quit really bad around .6 miles because for some reason I was dying. Probably because it was the morning and I hate mornings. I am a night owl.

At any rate, I pushed myself to finish, and I did and I was glad afterwards.

I went to work at my mom's store, and I feel like I am stiff.

So I am going to start stretching at bit before I run.

I had a shakeology and I am ready for the Kid Rock/Uncle Cracker/Kool and the Gang concert.

Xx,

Jz