Yesterday morning, did a 3.3-miler. I hadn't gotten much sleep that night, and my tummy was a little unhappy, and it was humid and nasty outside. So it wasn't, like, my most fun run ever.

Andrew had gotten me a pocket-sized pepper spray to carry on my early morning runs. It has all kinds of features to protect you from accidentally pepper-spraying yourself, but I'm still a little scared of it.

This morning was a rest day. Tomorrow will be a run day -- hopefully a nicer one.