The one thing that I don't want to happen to my days is that they become mundane. Routine is comforting, but I don't want to get predictable in how my days go. A long time ago . some smarty pants asked me what I was running away from, because
he knew that I ran. I had to think about that because I didn't realize that I was running away from anything. I had decided that he was the one that was insecure. I took running as a social event, a challenge to get out there in a pair of running shorts
and see what I was made of. I have never been sorry about that decision. Over the course of my running , I had someone tell me that they could walk faster than I ran. Maybe that was true, but so what. I wasn't running to win anything, I just happened to like
it a lot. Bob was my official one person support team. He came to most of the races and had my gym bag ready at the finish. I now have a list of activities that I can tap into if I run out of my own ideas. Some days just don't have enough hours to finish
a project. Well, there are enough hours, I just fall asleep before I finish them. On my plate right now is making the best beignet that I can, finishing a baby sweater before the cutie has outgrown it, clearing my desk, and maybe dust. but I'm not to sure
that I will get to the dust part.