Why God Why???
Today I tried to run…I gave up after about a mile. Yesterday, I ran a good 5 miles, watered my garden, went to the lake, cooked breakfast for about 20 people, loaded all the toys and hauled them from the motorhome to the beach, got ready to do some boating, when my youngest says he’s hungry. Went back to the motor home loaded the grill and all the hamburgers, dogs, and accessories, took them down to the beach, only to have the wind keep my grill from staying lit. Loaded everything up went back to the motorhome, started the briquetts waited, waited, waited, cooked for about 15 people. By then it was about 3:30 and I was so tired, I took a nap. The wind never stopped blowing and we never got the boat on the water. Why do I work so hard? When does the fun part start? I guess that could be to blame for not wanting to run today. That and a bit of PMS. I just feel like a weakling when I give up like that, and then I’m in a bad mood, so I eat and sleep all day. I will feel better tomorrow probably? I just read the posts of the super studs who run, bike and swim a “hundred” miles in a day, and I don’t imagine they sit around feeling sorry for themselves when they have a bad day. Do they ever give out? Does anyone else feel this way sometimes, or am I just a mental case?
