Not crazy sore. Not just-ran-eight-miles sore (as if!). But definitely just-worked-out sore. I guess that's good.
Seriously, once I was out of bed and in the car (so cooolllld this morning), the rest was cake. I got to the gym and did everything the trainer told me to do and then came home.
I had a nice NSV too. In 2007 I went five days a week at 6 am to get into shape for my sister's wedding. After that, I went sporadically but I had a pregnancy and miscarriage and then another pregnancy and c-section in that period, so it was just once in a while.
This morning one of the trainers I used most often (but was booked this morning) yelled over, "Hey! Where've you been?" I said I'd been home eating bon bons, and he replied, "Doesn't look like it."
So that was the highlight of my gym day, actually.
