Confession # 24
My normal Sunday afternoon routine is to sit on my couch with a stack of magazines, my day timer and the TiVo remote. I plan for the week ahead and I catch up on all the things I missed from the week left behind.
Well my running partner, formally known as muscle man, just called and told me he is picking me up in an hour to hit the trail. It is such a beautiful day that there is really no excuse for sitting here on the couch, but I really do want some down time.
Torn between two loves.
Running and letting it all out or sitting and letting it all in.
The pictures in the fashion magazines are shouting, GO RUNNING! My day timer is warning me that quite time is not available again until… not this week!
What to do, what to do????
I am going to go running. (sigh) Good girl. Wise choose.
Okay, now where did I put that remote? I have one hour.
Well my running partner, formally known as muscle man, just called and told me he is picking me up in an hour to hit the trail. It is such a beautiful day that there is really no excuse for sitting here on the couch, but I really do want some down time.
Torn between two loves.
Running and letting it all out or sitting and letting it all in.
The pictures in the fashion magazines are shouting, GO RUNNING! My day timer is warning me that quite time is not available again until… not this week!
What to do, what to do????
I am going to go running. (sigh) Good girl. Wise choose.
Okay, now where did I put that remote? I have one hour.
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