I slept fine but still woke up exhausted, so after cats/lunch packing grabbed 30 minutes of not-actually-sleep and then decided to pack as much living as I could into a 10-minute row.
I packed a lot of living into a 10-minute row!
I didn’t barf, which is sensational, but man, I guess I’ve been… not slacking on exercise but definitely not bringing the hammer down, because I forgot how alive going full out makes you feel. Endorphins, baby!
I am literally anxious for spring so I can start running again. I really miss it.