Too hungry to run. Have lunch at noon, run at 3. That’s the plan. And, read, at some point. Car drives by, I need a drive. Don’t want the leftover burrito one of the kids didn’t eat. Then what do I have. No, have that. Don’t spend any money. And don’t even think about trying to get out of your run. Little over 3 hours away.
Maybe I should go now. Run away from and out of and past this mood that’s sticking to me like some weird supernatural paste.
Lunch done, set timer for 2 hours. Will run then. What if I tested myself, ran 8 like I used to. All honesty don’t think I’m in that level of condition. Oh well… sexy thought nonetheless.
Kids outside playing baseball, or catch with each other. Feel like I could nap. Not doing it. Brush teeth, have an espresso shot. My routine.
Full. Feeling slow. Ebb a little low. Move around. Write in journal, don’t type as much. Good idea. (?)
Wish I could be more like them, Jack and Emma. Just wanting to play, climb trees that aren’t at all for climbing or can’t be climbed.. enjoy…