Just a small run. A 2 mile run. That was uphill both ways (ok, only a little uphill on the way out but a huge, long, steep uphill on the way back). It sucked and it was slow, but I only walked a total of three times, a minute each time.
And now I'm sitting on the couch, all stinky and gross, and I feel fabulous.
Maybe - MAYBE - I'll get up and do this again in the morning. Or maybe I'll sleep in.