I felt pretty good. I only went a mile, and much to the dismay of the sweet Runkeeper lady, I was quite a bit behind my goal pace. Oh well...
For Christmas Steve "gave" me the promise to run a race. He has chosen a 10k on February 12. It might be ugly, but it's going to be fun running a race with him.
Now I find myself on the couch trying to decide between taking a nap or a shower.
