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Running is the bane of my existence

It's been a minute since I posted!

Funny enough, I think about you guys and this blog just about everyday....

"You realize if you don't go running, you'll have to confess on your blog, right?"
"Hey, I know ice cream is a sweet, sweet gift from Heaven... But you'll have to confess your sugary sins on the blog."
"Girl, put down the spoon for alfredo- you'll have to blog about it later."

Really the moral of the story is when I don't want to confess something, I just don't blog. Ha! Ok it's not just that, there's legitimately just been a lot going on around here lately. We got back from Delaware (where I did not have a 2nd scoop of alfredo. #NailedIt), have been taking care of house things, been selling wedding stuff (tablecloths, table runners, etc.), selling shoes I never wear and can't wear because my feet are the suck.... It's been busy, mmk!

Not to mention there was an unholy rage that we still went to the gym last night even though all I wanted to do was lay on the couch and not go running. I hate running. Running is terrible, horrible, no good, very bad stuff. Well, more specifically I was hoping that since we stayed at our friend's house laughing and carrying on like goobers, the Bearded Wonder would forget we said we were going to the gym at all.

He didn't.

I love him for that, I truly do. I told him several times "I'm not mad you, I'm not rage-y at you, I'm rage-y at running. I hate running, and if it had nards, I would punch them". I meant every word of it, I haaaaattteee running.

Remember my last post about how "running is so freeing blah blah blah"?

Yep. That's all gone.

I did at least walk the time I was supposed to. On a happier note, my feet are doing muuuuuuch better, though now the side of my problem child foot is being difficult. Whatever, it's better than the limp-inducing heel and arch pain I felt before.

So that's it! How's everyone else doing with 5K training?? 

<3
A Redhead

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