Something really knocked me on my butt Sunday afternoon. After our morning hike and lunch at The Habit, we headed home and I spent the rest of the day on the sofa. Then Monday morning, I skipped out of our morning run with Buddy. By time I got home from work Monday night, I was feeling pretty lazy, so I decided to break tradition and head out with Donna and Buddy on an evening walk. There’s something about walking at 6:30pm that seems so much more sane than jogging at 5am.
