Today I ran 9 (.07) miles! Which, according to my aunt is "exactly what you needed to do today." Finally, I did exactly what I needed to do. I feel like I keep setting out with the best of intentions and not quite making it for various reasons.
My watch died after 6 miles, but I had the foresight to start the running app on my phone when I saw how low my watch battery was.
I just ran on the bike path because I decided that making it to 9 miles was more important that running up hills. Given that it was hot (65+ degrees) and there was very little shade, I felt pretty good. I felt bad for Kiva because she is so furry...and black, and I'm sure she was wondering why I was trying to kill her. Good thing I taught her the most useful skill of drinking from my CamelBak!
When I got home, I lay down on the floor and promptly got attacked...