My point is that we had pancakes for Christmas Eve and then Christmas morning cinnamon rolls. The kind with the orange icing, y'all. YUMZ. (Fattysaywhaaaaaaat.)
And then I ran some miles. Because calories. And because tis the season for eating. And because I for real need to get my shit together because my size 4s are a little squeezy and I am NOT HAVING THAT NOISE. My knee has been holding me back a lot, but I can't even fully blame it on my knee, because I've been lazy as fuck lately with my workouts.
I love the whole season of Christmas, and as much fun as it is, I'm also happy when it's over. I want to get back to normal and focus on looking crazeamaze in my Wonder Woman swimsuit next summer. (Nerky WILL get to a beach this year. I can feel it.) It's time to get back on my running schedule. It's time to sign up for another race.
Worth noting: burpees don't get any easier or any more fun no matter how many you do. BUCK FURPEES.
But don't worry, it will only be extra busy for a couple of weeks.