Ah, yes. December. When did you arrive? And have already made yourself at home, yes? Hmm.
|Things seem darkest before the dawn…|
We can venture to guess that my resolution was not to become a better blogger. Unfortunately for me, my woes from slicing my palm open
|One thing is for certain… I shall always run with bells on.|
Granted, I do have a wonderful and varied list of excuses, but the predominate one was illness. My stomach decided it would engage in a 72+ hour dance-a-long of Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo. Many of those hours spanned along the very weekend I had decided (wisely? foolishly? B’klyn<3erly?) to run two races in a row: Frosty’s 5K (part of Surf-n-Santa 10 Miler event) and Christmastown Dash 8K (to which all I can say is that I really wish I had this shirt to wear for the fools that Chick-fil-A are being… and my understanding is that this is not the first time).
|I will never (ever) look cool while running.|
|I felt best this day. Until I learned we had to run up the
coaster that’s behind me.
3) To work on my I Hate Everything® attitude. Which I had been… but need to do more. Deeper and better. A story about that to follow.
4) To lose the 4 pounds I gained during the past two weeks of Holiday Celebration, Palm Slashing Misery, Woe is Me-ism, Sickness (though most of those came right back out, so I don’t think they count), and Out of Townessness (where I ate not a lot due to illness, but there were a couple of high-ticket items certainly).
|Right about here is where I break into a
Jennifer Hudson WeightWatchers Commercial
Forever the work in progress is me. And that’s a fine thing. I’d be bored otherwise.