It’s a beautiful Tuesday morning and I have 5 miles on my schedule. I got up about a half an hour too late to get out the door this morning.
This is just going to take some…tweaking now isn’t it?
I have to allow time in the mornings and this morning I didn’t. But I’m still in recovery from my gluten experience so I’m exhausted all the time. Like…all the time. I could lie down and sleep at the drop of a hat.
Someone please drop a hat cause I could use a nap.
I got up an hour ago and I’m freakin’ exhausted.
So I just have to remain vigilant in my eating and have patience with myself until I start to feel better.
Yesterday was a rest/cross train day. I wanted yoga and it seems everyone got to go but me.
Instead, though, I went car shopping with my boys and let me tell you, it was a scream. We laughed our butts off. Drove all over Denver. Stopped at Good Times where I did not eat. And arrived home at the late hour of 11pm. Sans a new car.
Don’t get excited. We aren’t buying a “new” car. We looked at a 1982 Jeep CJ7 for MT ( how awesome is that?) and a 1993 Suzuki pickup (I think?). 139,000 miles, crazy. But passed on both.
Contuing the search but still having fun. We have a tight budget we’re sticking to. We told MT he’d know when he saw it.
Meanwhile, Alex found HIS dream car and he’s workin’ the trade now.
Did I ever mention the impulse support group he used to be in? Grade school at it’s best. LOL
“A run begins the moment you forget you are running.”