Yesterday clinic wasn't scheduled to start until 9:30, but there was this snow storm, so I had to allow double the time to get to work. Regardless I still should have been able to get out of bed and get to the gym as my alarm was set for. Sometimes the husband and the flannel sheets win over the treadmill and running shoes. Plus, there was a lot of snow outside. (Don't remind me that I don't have to go outside to get to the gym).
I think I was actually listening to my body that it hurt and wasn't going to run for a 4th day in a row.
By the time I left the hospital today I decided I should run. I figured an easy 3 miles would be reasonable and if that was all I wanted to do that was enough.
Yeah, well sometimes 3 miles becomes 5 miles in less than 60 minutes.
Which means I completed my January goal:
Then I did some arm/back stuff because I was still feeling good.