I jogged 4 miles. That's FOUR MILES in a row. With no stopping. Or walking. Or moaning, weeping, wailing, gnashing teeth, crying or whining.
I don't think I've ever, ever done such a thing before.
So far I'm feeling really fantastic (just a tiny sore, you know, to remind me of the great thing I did) and really, really proud of me.
Just think: If I can write a novel (or three, or four) and jog farther than ever before... what can't I do?*
Hooray for a great day!
*Besides, you know, refrain from thinking snarky comments, or stop laughing at tasteless 80s SNL skits...