or drunk. Either way, I’m driving myself crazy this week. Who in their right mind goes out and runs 2 miles in the morning, heads off to work, comes home, runs another two miles and then walks the dogs for a mile and a half? Me. I’ve done it this week. Tonight, I ran, walked the dogs and then went on a walk with Kenny – and the walk we usually take isn’t short. And even worse, Asheville isn’t flat.
I don’t ever want to be out of shape again.