I have gotten up at 5:30AM the last three days to run with Not Don and another couple. (We're a flash mob of 4 and it's fun.) I've also added a bizarre slice of childhood trauma as my version of cross-training. (Cross-training = hahaha, overstatement.) This week, I have jumped rope, hula hooped and roller skated. These are all things I suck at and sucked at (and was embarrassed by my suckage) as a kid. (Second grade was a nightmare of rope jumping ineptitude. Mommy!) (And now you're going, huh? Hula hooping counts as exercise?) To this day, I can only manage to jump rope or hula hoop for perhaps 30 seconds at a time. Getting up early + exercise + 30 seconds of cross-training are sucking the life out of me. I'm sleeeepy. I've dozed off twice while writing this. (You too?)
No running is scheduled for tomorrow - no early wake-up call and no childhood flashbacks. I expect to return to my normal level of physical activity of rearranging furniture and kicking my dog.
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
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