Just overworked. Overwhelmed. Hopefully regaining some sense of sanity this weekend when I will be... drumroll please... home alone overnight. Seriously? I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to that.
My house is a sty. Because? Working.
My ass is growing larger. Because? Eating crap food, no time to cook... because? Working.
Laundry? Stacked miles high.
The locks of love/hate drama is over. Thank God!
Ran nine miles on Sunday and lived to tell the tale. Also? Bought a heart rate monitor that I have been using when I run and, guess what? I am, like, THISCLOSE to exploding apparently.
Lots of partial blog posts swirling in my head, which I will hopefully be able to get out this weekend when I am, let's say it again, HOME ALONE.
Oh, and DWTS? Shawn? Puh-lease. This man? Robbed.
5 comments:
I didn't watch DWTS - it took me a minute to figure out your FB today, because I didn't know what Carley was bummed about - but he is pretty.
Very pretty.
I don't know about the whole heart rate thing. I am regularly around 160 when I am just running at normal pace (like run 10+ miles pace). That seems high for an hour+ long run. So, I don't know how I feel about training with the whole heart rate stuff.
Enjoy your night alone. It sounds welcome and well deserved.
I was about to send out the blogger 911 to check on you. Glad you're still alive.
your life sounds like a lot like mine right now. jumbo butt included. off to NOT blog, and probably not fold laundry either...
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