There is an amazing benefit to spending over 2 hours a day running; it's called "Guilt Free Indulgence". You literally feel like you've earned anything you do that day.
Like lounging in the sun.........
Or having the bartender make your margarita 3 times because you kept telling him you didn't want ice, and you still weren't happy with the way he made it because what you really meant to say is you didn't want salt, but your normal flora of brain cells had been replaced with endorphins, so you didn't notice you weren't making any sense.
Spending premium price on a Pina Colada while pretending you're at the beach..............
Complaining about your aches and pains as much as you laugh..............
Cutting kids off in line to get your double decker marshmallow pole for roasting..............
And eating lots of Smores.................
Going back for seconds, or fourths if you count each hand.............
Hitting the bottle a little too hard.............
Literally, it's all guilt free. Ask anyone who ran that day, and they'll tell you you earned it when you........
Finish your entire plate of fried food at Opal Divine on 6th street.............
Have a girly mixed drink without wondering how many calories are in it.............
Go bar hopping and call the walking in-between a recovery workout.................
Pose by strange paintings of ladies after your own heart. The only difference is, she's a little more formal while guarding her shots, but my handgun was pretty successful at protecting my water.................
Throw your hands in the air and giggle like you just don't care, or because you're delirious........
Dance the night away, white girl style, because your knees are too sore to get down and dirty with it.........
Wake up the next morning and do it all over again........
Oh wait. That last part's not true.
Not only would I have died if I tried to run again the very next day, but I also would have keeled over if I attempted to make my body do anything besides lay on the couch cat-napping with my legs covered in icy-hot and cold packs.
Vacations are wonderful, but there's something to be said for being home, next to my husband, while he's rubbing my feet and telling me how proud he is.........and sleeping in one's own bed.
Yes sleeping is good.
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