So, I had dinner tonight with a friend. When I got home, I went for a run. Good story, right?
The only reason this is remarkable in anyway is because in college one of my big excuses for not working out was I always said, “I just ate.” People always seemed to want to workout post-dinner, and I always had to give my stomach like two hours to settle.
It was bull, of course. And it got me out of humiliating myself at the gym. I know that now considering how often I have to get a workout in right after eating. It’s not preferable, nor particularly comfortable, but sometimes necessary.
It’s just nice to see how so very far I’ve come. That’s what she said. But really.