Sunday “morning” (around 11) I got up, cleaned the kitchen, did a very small amount of pilates, and went for a run.
It was my first 10k ever, and it was brutal, mostly because I took a wrong turn and ended up on The Hill of Doom.
After that, I died.
Just kidding, I ate a veggie sandwich and drank a bunch of coconut water (not pictured).
That evening, Sean and I went out for a beer.
We decided we wanted pizza for dinner, so we got one to go at Flying Pie. While we were waiting for it to be baked, I had a salad and a Diet Coke.
Pizza in hand, we walked back home. We then feasted on our very veggie-heavy pie while watching Sunday night HBO.
And that was Sunday.