Because I’m nursing a mildly injured calf, workouts got moved around and I ended up with a rest day yesterday. A rest day on the weekend? What do you even do with that time?
Walking through downtown to meet a friend for a burrito and beer, there were so many people out, heading to different restaurants, eating brunch on patios, enjoying the sun. Things are really busy, I thought, this is weird. And then I realized this is basically what it’s like every nice Sunday afternoon. This is, apparently, what people do with their weekends. I just never see it.