motivated.

I didn't run in Ft Lauderdale. I couldn't do it. I was too tired and the extra sleep in a crisp and comfy hotel bed without a crying baby or insane dog was just too attractive. But I did an hour on the trainer on Saturday afternoon and a 7 mile run on Sunday.

Saturday night we had a date, Elliot in tow, wherein we drank delicious beer.

The 7 miles though, that's something I'm sort of proud of. I haven't run more than 5 since last March. Ramping up for a half in March meant getting on the wagon with a 6er this weekend, but after 6 miles, I didn't hurt so I kept going. It was sunny and (relatively) warm and Molly dragged me out for one more. Then it started hurting at about the 10k mark. Which is ok. I feel good being ahead of the program. I feel good being back on a plan, of some sort.

Later that day, the Packers triumphed over the Eagles, ending Vick's playoff run. Molly was ecstatic.