I planned the run in my head.
I got dressed in running gear.
I started the warm-up routine.
Then I felt too cold.
The head was full of excitement from a breakthrough in the morning’s work.
Chewie was still wrapped up in bed.
But mainly, I felt too cold.
So I chickened out of the run. I changed back into home clothes. And am now back at work.
I started work before sunrise. It’s still 12 mins away.
I made coffee but forgot to drink it because head was already working away.
Chewie got up at 6 to demand breakfast, and then went looking for fallen apples and ripe mulberries in the backyard.
Awesome! Duesome! Cuesome! Pawsome!
After a week of research and 2 days of implementation struggle, I just got the first step to work.
I may have celebrated too loudly in my chair, arms up in the air (like I just scored a goal). The boy got up from his sunny lounge to come check on me :)
Time to reward him with a walk. Continue reading Small wins, small celebrations
I want to go for a run. I’m dressed up and warmed up for the run.
I’ve been dilly-dallying and delaying the run; for almost two hours now.
I’m afraid of the run for some reason. Maybe it’s the bright sun. It gives the appearance of it being hot. I gate running in hot weather.
Maybe it’s the chilly breeze. The temperature is in low teens. I haven’t run in low teens since spring (and yesterday).
Maybe it’s the distance. Even though it’s just marginally more than yesterday.
Maybe it’s not having a backup. I can’t call R to pick me up. Even though I haven’t done that in years. Nor am I taking my phone.
Maybe it’s the fear of dehydration. Even though I’ve drunk almost two litres of water so far today.
Maybe it’s the stiff back. Even though it never hurts while running, specially once the body warms up.
Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I should just go for the run.
Super productive morning! Dada is a happy boy :)
Now to head downstairs to stretch with the little black boy, then head out for the run.
Happy, happy :D
Warm beer, cold pizza, comforting company.
Chilled beer, sizzling pizza, alone.
No beer, no pizza, no people.
Today, I ate
- a 150g bar of Dairy Milk,
- half a McFlurry with cookie crumble,
- three chocolate chip brioche swirls, and
- two Cornetto cones.
These may constitute ¾th of my total calories today. All sugar. All crap. All I crave, and then hate .
No más azúcar. ¡Por favor!
Really, really need to meditate.
But don’t want to be left alone with my thoughts.
Been watching non stop TV instead to make up.
Head: We can either go out and watch a movie, or have sex tonight. I don’t have energy for both. Which do you prefer, body?
Body: I’m just curling up in the duvet and sleeping. You do what you want.