A free skate got our legs moving in the early afternoon.
After dinner yesterday, we wanted to squeeze in a quick run before we hit downtown for Paul Van Dyk. The problem was, we ran WAY too quickly after dinner. I ended up doing 1.38 miles in 12:16, but I felt like crap throughout the run and ended up collapsing on the other side of Theresa's house in tears.
Then last night I hammer punched a few people, which felt good.
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