My commitment to run every day has been sullied by sloth. I did not run yesterday. I did not run today. I got a pain in the hiney yesterday that someone told me was “runner’s butt”. I thought it was “painter’s butt” as in the last 2 days I have painted 1 bedroom and 1 hallway which involved 87 trips up and down the step ladder and the stairs into the garage. I have 1 more bedroom and about 22 miles of trim to paint still. Fortunately my butt feels much better.
I have avoided riding my bike since it got home from SOMA. I was SO excited to have my bike back and now I have to avert my eyes as I pass by it for fear it will spit on my feet. My bike avoidance behavior is a mystery to me but it happens. I am SO glad I didn’t sign up for tomorrow’s triathlon on-line because they are carrying on but without the swim and I got a report today that it was freezing cold and that the roads are so chewed up your teeth have rattled loose by the time you get to
T2 T1 (the only T there is in this race).
At least I’ve remained faithful to this