This morning I got up just a little bit earlier, to avoid the rushing around that I’m doing almost every other day.
Sometimes I learn from my mistakes.
It’s all about progress, you guys.
Yesterday, I put a stop to my am-i-only-18 ways, and managed to clean up my act in 12 short hours.
work, grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, dinner, yoga.
It’s a magic formula.
I admit that I had a turkey sandwich and mac & cheese and called it a meal.
I’m never gonna be perfect.
Don’t even want to be, really.
Up tonight, I’m hitting the office gym to see if I can have a more successful run than last week.
My annual opening race, which I’ve been doing since 2007, is the Shamrock Shuffle.
This year, I went back and forth on whether or not I wanted to run it.
Probably evident through the fact that I’ve been barely running.
While I hemmed and hawed over whether or not I could get myself to move my legs five miles, registration closed.
So there’s one less decision to make.
However- the sun’s about to warm up this city (soon, I just know it), and I know my joints will be aching with envy when I see my fellow runners hit the street.
So it’s time to get back out there, chickadees.
Enjoy this one, pals.