Falling Off the Wagon - Woman Run Ragged

We are not talking about when your Aunt Gurdy visits for the holidays and your mother displays the full bar in a discreet bathroom off the side of the kitchen so as to not tempt Gurdy’s sobriety. Perhaps then it should go more like, ‘falling off the track,’ which is what happened this last week. I want to say I have perfectly legitimate excuses like having to move everything I own by myself to a new home, scrubbing away construction debris Cinderella style to knock off the cleaning fee, and keeping previously scheduled social engagements, but we all know…I could have stuck with my scheduled runs. I could have gotten up an hour early or skipped staring out the windows, coffee in hand, contemplating...life; there are times of silence and rest that must not be taken for granted.

Needless to say, I am behind and it will be tomorrow before I can pick up where I left off. Thanks to muscle memory and rest it will not be difficult to jump back in, just worried about accumulating enough miles thereby boosting endurance before the big day.

What can I say though ladies, my new place is such a refreshing environment and I am so jazzed to have taken the time to put everything where it goes. To have dusted that which had no place before and find it a functional well-lit space.

I have truly missed my runs. See you on the road+
 

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