Dear Diary,
I'm not sure if I told you yesterday, but walking an impromptu damned half marathon may have been a mistake. My legs are killing me. I iced up last night like I never have. And now this morning I'm wearing tights under my clothes to keep my muscles warm. I say may have been a mistake because there was good that came out of it, though it hurt like hell. I had a good drop yesterday after the walk, and even though I didn't get an evening workout in after putting down a burger and some sweets I weigh less than I did Friday. I love weekend decreases. And though this isn't the lowest I've weighed I think it may be the lowest weight/body fat combo I've had. Either way I feel good about things. With the exception of my legs. F*** these things hurt.
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