Martini Workout

Last night started with poutine and ended a drunken catastrophe on the dance floor. But I guess that’s what 10 GG cranberry martinis will do to a girl. The dark hours were definitely good for my fragile over 30 ego!  But the problem with being so carefree is the lack of motivation that is guaranteed to follow in the light of day.

My plan to run 17 km was replaced with bacon and coffee with my trainer and sans real effort on his behalf made me feel like a sloth for committing to sofa surfing all day. I can run hung-over but not if I feel as if I’ve been run over. Lacing up will not happen until tomorrow.

PT Girl xo