10 hours later, I am back in Florida and feeling completely delirious.
Somewhere in Georgia, I stopped at a Cracker Barrel and rented a book on CD for $3.95 (I just have to return it to any Cracker Barrel in the next week and get my $30 deposit back!). As a result, I entered this weird time-vacuum and before I knew it, I was home. Which was relieving, but also strangely disconcerting.
Now I’m home and grappling with the age-old question…
I think the answer is RUN! :) Off to pound the pavement before the Husband gets home from work.
See you in a bit!
Question: Do you ever run without a set mileage goal? I’m about to do that now and it’s something I hardly EVER do! Let’s see how far I go!