Turns out this shirt needs to find a home in my closet ASAP.
Also, Happy Captain America Day, as my kid calls it.
True story: My bod hates running. The first 2ish miles of every single run are brutal. BRUTAL. Like cramps in my side totally want to quit and go home and eat cheesecake instead brutal. Every. Single. Run. But then all of a sudden the clouds part and pixie dust rains down on me from the heavens and I shift into autopilot for a while. That's when I can clear my head and get in the zone. It's when I sort out my problems and decide how I'm gonna tackle life and all that jazz. Just have to get through the initial 2 miles.
I thought autopilot was a myth until I became a runner. I promise you it's real, though. Pinky swear.
Have a happy and safe Memorial Day. If you drink ALL the beer, don't forget to do ALL the burpees or run ALL the miles. And let's not forget to thank our military and remember our fallen friends.