…but don’t tell that to my dirty dishes. They wouldn’t believe that I accomplished anything tonight. I did, however, actually finally complete a full training run for once. Yep, three miles was all I had to do to pat myself on the back. Whatever works.
I also watched a few minutes of the Hangover, so that’s cool. After I hopped off the treadmill, I hopped on the phone for an hour-long conference call. Sounds like boresville, right? Wrong. It’s super exciting and I can’t wait to tell you all about it. Basically, a group of ice cream, candy, and travel loving people will be very happy soon. Here’s my face if you say you don’t love those things.
Exactly. Anyway, I had a blog post planned in my mind for tonight about running slowly and still loving running. But then I got sidetracked by hot tea and Netflix. I’ll get my act together soon, I swear. I wonder how many times I’ve said that? Whoops.
Question: Am I the only one who celebrates the smallest of wins? I hope not. That would be embarrassing.