This morning, I woke up cheerfully at 4:00 AM. I just peeled out of bed, fully rested. I was up before the baby. It was ridiculous and it is happening relatively often. I will say that I was in bed at 8:30 last night, reading just a bit of Mornings On Horseback before turning off the lights. This has me slightly concerned that I am starting some midlife shift of my circadian rhythms. Am I on my way to being that crotchety woman up with the garbage collectors and the local weather. Am I going to start living my life like Matt Lauer, nervous if anyone suggests eating dinner after 5:00 or staying out past 7:00? Is that going to me?
I still have sequin shorts in my closet and high heel shoes. Nobody wears high heel shoes to eat dinner at 5:00 PM.
Anyway, amidst my crushing concern about the demise of my sequin shorts lifestyle, I popped onto my bike, met my fellow cyclists and pedaled 17 miles. We rode at 16.9 miles her hour, which is quick for me.
However, I now have hanging over me a marathon on December 8th. For this reason, I need to study and organize my swimming, biking and running into a manageable plan that will give me success on the 8th. Will keep you posted on the development of my plan.
Can you cultivate yourself with two kids, a job and a stomach you just don't like as much as you did two kids ago? Will you ever finish knitting that sweater or find out what happens at the end of Mornings on Horseback?
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