Today's run was hard. But that's mostly my fault. I couldn't rouse myself out of bed this morning, and had to get the run in before we went to the farmer's market with Jeff's parents. So I ran on a stomach empty save for a glass of water. I had no energy. Plus, I ran on the bike path instead of the indoor track at the gym. The ground felt hard and unforgiving, and the sun was bright and hot already at 9:30 a.m.

But I made it through, even if I don't feel great about how it went. Or about having to start a new, harder week on Tuesday. Five minute run!?! I have little confidence in myself. I'll probably end up curled up in an emergency exit doorway along the track, crying like a baby.