
Weekends. Have I mentioned how much I love weekends? Well, in case you haven’t heard yet, I do. They are the awesomeness of awesome. Does that even make any sense? There’s nothing better than a productive weekend that includes a bit of running, going to the beach, spending time with family and friends, writing and relaxing at home.
Today’s morning run was easy but strong. Last week I thought I was on my last running legs (blame it on the Christmas & New Year feasting), today I felt a new sense of energy. My running has changed from an average of 5:50 min/km to about 7:30 min/km but that’s just fine as long as I keep moving. And hush hush, I walk up the hills.
I am starting to feel a little more self conscious though. The bloated look is good, now I’m looking pregnant. 22 weeks tomorrow.

So cheers to an awesome weekend! Clink, clink
Tell me, what makes your weekend perfect?