It was such a beautiful weekend, and I wanted to be outside as much as possible (duh). And I spent a lot of that time doing some sort of activity: exercises in the park, bike riding, kickball, track running.
I thought I was all good — I’m in pretty good shape right now, if I do say so myself — but I hit the wall on Sunday night. Maybe not in that good of shape.
It was all water and laying on the couch and eating cookies and watching TV for a solid 2-3 hours.
This was my view:
Yep, I’m watching RHOA. Don’t judge.
And, yes, I’m still wearing my running socks. Which means it’s 3 hours after my run, and I still haven’t showered. (You can judge a little.)