Tabatas = So Freaking Amazing…
…if they don’t kill you. But, you know, in a good way. I didn’t end up running the Roxbury Marathon yesterday (take that, John!), in part due to a very scary experience Friday night. Major thanks to all of you who are my Facebook friends and tried to help – after a lot of discussion on Saturday, the consensus amongst my friends is that someone likely slipped something in my drink at happy hour. Very, very scary, but now I am fine with no lasting effects. Let that be a PSA to all of you though – make sure you …