Saturday. All day. Wow.

You should all be proud that I worked out 6 of 7 days last week. I took yesterday off because it is always nice to have a day of rest. But let me tell you about Saturday instead.

Saturday Josh and I decided was a full day. We set the alarm to hit the gym early and both had our long runs. Which, at this point really aren't "long." They are just the longest of the week. I had a 5 miler, he had 6. I made it 4.5 miles, and then walked. Not running for a few months has definitely taken its toll on me I shouldn't have quit that last half mile, but the run felt good just the same. My quads really warmed up about mile 3. So I stretched and headed out for the rest of the day.

In the name of being a good person all around (as I desperately try to be) I decided that Josh and I needed to go give blood at the local drive. So an hour and a half after we finish working out we are getting our arms stuck with needles and answering questions like, "Have you ever traded drugs or money for sex since 1972?"

Supposedly after you give blood you shouldn't drink for 5 hours. But I had an AIDS Walk meeting so Josh and I had a few beers with some power gays at 303 and played some Wii bowling. Josh then, in his cooking glory, made halibut fish tacos for dinner and all was well.

Pretty great day, but we passed out asleep by 10:30pm.

Ready to start my week again. Headed to the gym for non-running cardio, a core workout, and some IT band exercises for my legs.

Hoo-rah.