Today I woke up, hung out with the boys, ate some toast. I did a short, slow run – about down to the corner store and back – to get cereal for the girl, who wakes later. (As it turns out, my addiction is bad enough that I’m finding ways to run on my rest days.)
Last night the whole family walked just under 2 miles to dinner, which was nice.
I was going to say more, but the busy day has left me with this: I’m rather snacky. I hope I can attribute that to the extra running, and not just me being a pig.
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