I lasted a whole 3 hours on my decision to not go jogging until next week so that my legs won’t be sore when I go out on Saturday night, then I cracked and jogged as far as I could. Unfortunately I developed a blister partway through my jog and spent the next 12 blocks jogging while muttering such gems as “I AM the master of my own pain tolerance!” and “I am NOT my blister’s bitch, I am NOT!” under my breath. I got some funny looks but so be it, it freakin’ hurt!
On the bright side it was gorgeous out and there was even a breeze, perfect jogging weather!
Also, I will hopefully be going for sushi or hangouts with Stud on friday 🙂