Ok so the past two days have been nothing short of a crap sandwich. Monday I got to mix up my plan for the day by dropping everything to handle something that needed done yesterday. It was super fun. In the midst of a travel hangover, rushing off to do something that you know little to nothing about and having everyone subtly (or not so) tell you to please take haste! I didn't even want to leave the confines of my apartment yesterday so naturally I would be driving to Ft. Collins and then back to Denver while everyone's hair is on fire for me to shake a leg. When the day finally ended (an hour after I would have put in my full day) I come home to my not yet unpacked bags, an empty fridge, and laundry a plenty. Needless to say I did not run. Another strike for the day!
Which brings us to today. I had hope last night that today I would do better--be less travel worn, less burdened by my somewhat shortened to-do list, be less bothered by urgent new task, more planned and put together. Nay nay dear reader, it was not as I had hoped. I woke up this morning refreshed...because I overslept (forgot to set an alarm...who DOES that?). I ate my breakfast in the car...before I even made it to the interstate (a wreck I didn't hear about on the traffic report until it was in my rear-view mirror). I surveilled all day...with a supplier that sounded like a 10 year old you are forcing to take piano lessons ("I don't WANNA..." Ok it was more "You are only 3% of our business and this is taking a LOT of MY precious time...I don't even know why we put up with this."). I ate lunch...after going to lunch twice...once to go to lunch...and again to go to lunch with my wallet. I drove home to finish my work day...through lovely traffic again (not as bad but after the day just unpleasant). Needless to say folks, I ate cheesecake and made myself a vodka sprite while I worked out the bundle of things I hadn't gotten to since last week. Anything less would have been cruel and unusual punishment (of MYSELF! That would be crazy).
Tonight I did go for a run. A "real life" one too! I ran a mile NOT on a treadmill... after having not run for 4 days. It was at least as difficult as my 28 min treadmill run. This was sobering. I have to do three of those with obstacles and ZOMBIES in July. Gonna have to do some serious work.
I also went to the grocery store. Piece of advice: do not go to the grocery store when you have had a bad couple of days and haven't eaten dinner yet. I was reasonably well behaved but I didn't bat an eye and buying bags of chips because those suckers were on sale and I wanted them (all the justification you need after a rough couple of days--I want it=I DESERVE it). But hey, I have food and there WILL be eggplant salad toasts in my near future and that is enough to give me the hope I need to drag my sorry hind-end into Wednesday. Let's do this.
*I am being sarcastic, I promise...mostly.
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