I rode my road bike 45 miles all around Milwaukie with my good friend, Matt. Then I came home and while literally running a couple of errands, I ran 4 miles with a 10-pound pack on my back.
Today, I’m only a little sore in one of the knees from a bad landing off a curb, but I feel great.
I feel STRONG.
While other were out getting drunk and pretending to be Irish, I was burning calories, building muscle, and seeing the sights.
I think the last time I’ve even had alcohol was back in early January. Current, I have no desire to drink. I don’t like feeling “not in control” and I always feel sluggish the next day.
Thanks, but I’ll stick to some Gatorade and a bit of dark chocolate for my celebrations.