The bad kid.

Work was rough today, so I was actually looking forward to weights and running.

I got through about half of my strength training before I ran into my personal trainer. He gave me a high five (like he always does)... I went and got a 10-lb. weight. Then he asked me "Are you doing strength training?"

I looked at him blankly. "Yes?"

"No. Stop. Nothing this week."

I start pouting (wtf?). "Can I run?"

"Whatever it says on your training schedule."

Distance: 3 miles.