Another early morning for me, chickens.
And although I am pleased that the sun has decided to make its way out today, the temperature is dropping at an alarming rate.
I might have to think about investing in some long workout pants for my walk to the gym.
My outfit this morning just wasn’t cutting it.
When I got home I decided quite firmly that it is in fact time to pull out my boots, and that I simply don’t care if this is not the appropriate time.
I’ve never cared much for the appropriate anything.
I allowed myself an abbreviated biking/treadmill jaunt this morning, since I was out last night gabbing/cheese eating/drinking wine with my friends, and also since I have decided that I will force myself to work out tomorrow at the hotel.
I know, I know.
But JW is in the wedding, so I have some hours to kill.
What better to do than spend some time on a rickety old hotel treadmill?
That’s what I thought.
Today’s a quick day for me, since JW and I are embarking on a road trip to Grand Rapids for the wedding.
I cannot complain about a quick day.
And a road trip that will hopefully involve snacks and really bad radio stations.
But it probably means I should make my way to the workplace with some sense of urgency this morning.
Even though it’s Friday, and furthermore, it’s cold out there.
I hope everyone else has a full weekend ahead of them and a drawer crammed with sweaters.
It’s getting to be that time, chickens.