It’s that time again!
Here we go:
1. Our 12th wedding anniversary
is this weekend. The Caveman will be in NYC on business (can you believe the nerve?
). So that means I’m
hyper-attuned to the delivery trucks as they come and go. A little something from Tiffany perhaps? Or Fortunoff? Coach? Athleta, Lucy, Title Nine, Running Wearhouse would all be fine even. Yesterday’s candidate:
Nothing says romance like some winter car mats!
I’ll be patient. The week is young.
2. Um yeah that Garmin strap I gloated about during confession last week? Snap! So I’m off the pace clock…which is probably a good thing. Although now I’ve pulled out my heart rate monitor.
3. My runs have suuuucked lately. Probably because I’ve been hitting the weights hard and my hips/legs/glutes are pretty much ground beef. But I’m not supposed to care about running during my runnbatical am I?
4. After pacing the cookie aisle at Trader Joe’s and ultimately triumphing by not succumbing to a vat of chocolate chip cookies, I ended up with Pumpkin Spice Whoopee Pies
in the house, courtesy of Thing 2. Nobody’s eating them. So why do I feel like I must?
There, I feel better already!
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