Putting my masochistic tendencies aside... I am not running tonight. Two nights in a row of the same tough run make for some pretty sore calves.
In fact, I didn't even try to wear heels today. I rocked what I like to call "workout chic" meaning I through on some black pants so I could wear tennis shoes.
Instead tonight will be a rest night, meaning I am spread out in bed with Bella. Molly is on the floor with a chew toy.
Don't envy me... it is not all relaxation. Instead of exercising my fat ass, I'm working out my brain with a lesson in my Photoshop class.
I know I have quite the rock n' roll lifestyle.