I had a really rough beginning of my day; sick cat, one kid falling into said sick cat's shit, other kid throwing up all over herself in the car, on top of not getting to finish my cup of coffee. When I got back from dropping of Harry at preschool, cleaning Charlie's car seat, and my car, I really just wanted to eat to numb my frustration. Instead, I hopped on the treadmill and ran 4.5 miles. This is the end result of my shirt. The only dry part is where my sports bra was. Truth is, I feel so much better and instead of eating a million points worth of food, I earned some fitpoints and decided to treat myself to a real (okay, skinny) PSL.