Days off make me go D’oh!

On Sunday, I didn’t workout at all. I didn’t go running. I didn’t hit the gym.

There were races I could have run… The Arizona Rock ‘n’ Roll Half or Full Marathon, Disney Tinkerbell in Anaheim, The Houston Marathon.

But I didn’t.

Instead I hit the grocery story, cooked some chili in the crock pot, watched a little playoff NFL football, and met a friend for a drink.

No real exercise to speak of whatsoever.

And I feel guilty.

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