Well…a jog…but still.
Just a measly little 30 minutes through the Glades development. 83 degrees.
Looked like I did in pre-season field hockey practices.
Beet-red and blotchy-faced.
Sweat soaked my everything.
It was glorious!
I hate wearing pants – despise wearing pants. However, due to the extreme chub-rub from yesterday, I had to run in pants (at least they didn’t come all the way to the ground). They were black, they touched my skin, and made me want to puke – but they protected me from exasperating the chub-rub.
Then a couple hours at the pool.
Then a bike ride to the store and back.
Um…ribs for dinner…but they were tasty and I only ate fruits and veggies all day in anticipation.
Vacation is da bomb-diggity!