woke up, got outta bed, did 86th. plus. Nice long(er) run. Usually 86th is a recovery, speed, easier run, but today we added to it by visiting a newly moved peeps casa. Nice.
Got a good run in, then off to work. REALLY a beautiful morning, started right. Get to the job, 2 messages on the machine, one from Tom thanking me for dinner. I should thank HIM for drawing me out of myself. All I thought was: all my life I've felt as though I was acting in a play or movie, rather than actually living. THIS was how people did it. I'd seen people picnic-ing @ these runs, but with the whole eating disorder/low self-esteem thing, never felt I could do it. Surprise!!! Only took 48 years.
Got home, Shebitch out, Keith alone. Again. Natur....not doin' it, fightin my fingers, DAMN, I lost, ...ally.
Was s'posed to see PJ @ MSG, can barely speak, cold kickin' my ass. Glad to be with Spike though.
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