I don’t really consider myself a runner. I mean I run, but not regularly. Nor do I really enjoy it. At all. I know, how ironic is that? Buuut, when it’s over, I feel great. This is normal, I suppose. It must be that quintessential runner’s high that everyone speaks of.
Spring has officially sprung! We have more hours of daylight, the birds are chirping, and things are a-blooming! I don’t know about you, but here in Northeast, it’s felt like spring for quite a while now. My daffodils started popping through Mama Earth in early February. Not that I’m complaining, of course. This girl’s blood […]