And In August, I ran...
In August, I ran.
Every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
Every day I strapped on my running shoes and ran.
Some days it was only a mile or two.
Most days it was three or four miles.
One day it was even 10 miles.
I got tired and didn't want to do it some days, but I did it anyway, because the others in my little virtual running group were doing it too.
It's nice to have a support system like that.
So on and on and on I ran.
I logged a little over 100 miles (AGAIN!) and I feel pretty badass about it.
Except why am I still fat?
Oh well. Fat or not, I'm a badass runner.
And now I have to go.
It's time for my run.