It’s 2pm on a Saturday. I’m still wearing my running clothes for today. I should go shower, fold them up neatly, and put them on tomorrow. Why? Because I skipped out on running, and there is no way in hell I’m hitting the road now when it’s 95 degrees.
I’m exhausted. I have no idea why. I’ve even been dreaming I’m exhausted. I can’t quite say I’m not motivated, because there are still a few shining moments in there, but damn. I hate feeling like this.
Here is what my week looked like:
Monday–got up, dressed for the gym, and realized I’d never make it to class on time. Said screw it, there’s always tomorrow, and crawled back into bed with the husband.
Tuesday–worked on dresses from 5 – 7 am.
Wednesday–paranoid about Monday, I got to the gym extra early. Almost didn’t make it through class, skipped out on power sculpt and went home to work for 1/2 hour.
Thursday–best of intentions to run. Totally didn’t.
Friday–same damn thing as Monday.
Saturday–got dressed to run. Ran puppy a measly 1 mile. Weeded the front yard. Washed dishes. Smelled the bacon the husband was making. Lost all desire to hit the road. Ate said bacon. Worked and finished up re-beading a dress. Check it out!
See, this is the filigree that gets trapped in the seam. I hope the beading blends the ugly.
Also, I need to get my head together if I’m going to fulfill the dream of being a hot bridesmaid at my brothers wedding in October.
Tomorrow is another day.