Oh. My. God! Hills are hard!! Not the hills on Granny’s chest…they’re more “bread dough” consistency. But running hills! Hard! It didn’t feel hard last night when I was doing my workout. But this morning? I can barely move! I have muscles that are sore that I don’t think should be sore based on my workout. There is not a square inch on my body that isn’t going, “What were you thinking?”

And….Hello, charlie horse. I got in bed last night and suddenly the arches in both my feet rebelled. They were yelling at me about not having a baked potato with dinner or something. So I know there are a couple things I need to tweak post-run. Lesson learned.

Volleyball night tonight. Hallelujah! Something I’m good at!