Ok. Here's the deal. I've set this goal for myself to run a 5K in April. So, I'm at the gym yesterday (because a 5K might as well be a marathon at this point), and I go nuts. I run 4 miles. OK, not a constant run, but a confident ass-kicking walk with run spurts. Still.

Today, my calves appear to be on some sort of invisible fire and my ass muscles are randomly cramping up, making for a most comfortable day at work. Note to self: settle the fuck down. Love, Me.

I did make it back to the gym today, however, and was most proud of myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must tend to my hyper-extended everythings.