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Running...


While this is something I loooooathe, when the word around is attached to it, I seem to be an expert at running. And may I just say that I only use the word looooooooathe for things I really take issue with; running, pumping gas, men who use straighteners...I think I've made my point.


How the constant running around happens without the morning coffee a normal human is allowed to indulge in, I'm not sure. Being a struggler like myself means that coffee (delicious decaf nonfat lattes excluded), too much red wine, and chocolate...bring on migraines. Some sort of sick joke I know. There are females who make entire meals out of these three decadent treats! Gimme a frigen break.


The amount of running around town that goes on in a given week is just too much, especially given how I feel about having to pump gas, I'm confident you see the connection there ;)
Somehow every single day (except the beloved Sabbath which is usually spent in a nap-filled haze, on a very sweet man's couch) is soaked with calendar notifications and a regimen of some sort. Monday means working for 11.5 hours straight (running a Graduate program and contributing to young minds of course), an attempt to work out, then dinner made of whatever is in my fridge, generally something to do with tofu or ground turkey, oh and obviously Gossip Girl-gotta keep up with Blaire and the rest of Manhattan's elite. Tuesday; pretty similar but a morning workout snuck in (sometimes) and later a glorious sesh with my ladies over a sufficient meal...and some wine, c'mon we deserve it we've been at it since Monday already. This portion of the week is definitely a highlight. Did I mention we talk about our feelings almost the entire time?
Wednesday is similar, another dinner, this one with the man, whom I try sometimes harder than others to protect from all the feeling talk...my Google calendar isn't the only thing I'm willing to share...poor soldier.

The rest of the week is downhill, with a Body Pump Group X to keep me motivated. If I can lift this barbell while listening to Pink I just know I can make it to Friday.

When did my days become picking up prescriptions at Walgreens and grocerie shopping?
Living for the weekend these days...

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