|The entrance to the Marathon Monday Store at Tavern on the Green.|
I was cleaned up around the apartment but by 11am I was regretting taking the day off from work as I was already bored and didn't need the rest day.
I ended up heading to Central Park for a quick jog to pass the time. After the first half mile I sent this text to my brother: Holy Jesus, my legs weigh a million pounds! To which he replied: You think! You ran a marathon yesterday. Are you suppose to be running?
After the first mile my legs loosened up and by the end on my second mile I was running a 9:20 pace which is fast for me.