I have a confes
sion. I can’t even believe I’m going to say this. No, really. I don’t think you understand. I REALLY can’t believe I’m going to say this. Like at all. Are you ready? OK… *deep breaths*
I really wanted to run yesterday. And when I didn’t get to. I was disappointed. I don’t think you guys understand. I HATE TO RUN. Hate it. I don’t get that runner’s high. I don’t love it even a little bit, yet I was disappointed that I didn’t get to run. (Oh, pick your jaws up off of the floor. You heard me.)
I had a plan. I was going to run after work. Then, a friend form work messaged me and asked if I was coming to her party. It took me a few minutes to remember what she was talking about because (confession!) I’m scatterbrained like that.
So, I thought, well, I’ll run after the party. Yes, folks. I was going to go BACK TO WORK and to the gym to run after said party. But as soon as I got home, I remembered that I was completely out of dog food.
So, basically, I went to the party, then to the store, and then I got distracted in the store (lots of shiny things, people), and by the time I got home, I was just too tired. So, I didn’t run. And that made me sad.
But, I WILL run today. To the tunes on (confession!) my NKOTB channel on Pandora radio.
But also, yesterday was a friend’s birthday, so I had Chinese food. And a cookie. And a cheesecake bite.
There, I got that out! Now, it’s your turn! What do you want to confess? Let’s hear it!
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