movement is difficult

Now that I've waxed philosophical about my drama-filled life...

I ran again today. And it sucked ASS. Oh my GOD. I knew I was sore. I didn't realize quite HOW sore I was. I think it slammed me all at once when I got to the gym because I was in meetings all.damn.day and my movement was limited to quick trips to the ladies room. LOL.

Needless to say, I dragged my sore and feeling incredibly ancient body through about 2.5 miles of running in 27 minutes. Awful.

*** I realize I have high standards and unnecessarily ridiculous expectations of myself. Here's the problem. I ran competitively in high school and early college. I remember a time when a 10 minute mile was practically walking. Apparently, my brain has not caught up to the fact that I am now an over-full-time working Mom who is 36 years old. I still think of myself as 16. MISTAKE.

But you know - I did it. I powered through.

So now my internet time for the evening is winding down - it's almost time for Grey's and some knitting. I need to finish the cute little boy hat I started...that is, if I can find it. Hmm...how I misplaced a skein of yarn and a half-finished hat is beyond me.

OH - and apparently I may be teaching a knitting class at work. I told the organizer that I am a hack. She assured me that makes me more than qualified. Heaven help everyone who learns from me - she who casts on too loosely and can be a little spacey about the number of stitches she actually starts with. LOL.