Yeah, last week, I dipped. Fell to my third lowest miles total, forty.
I knew it would be a down week. Let me post the reasons:
- Cold and rainy, and I was being wimpy.
- Hurt my left ankle, and I was feeling gimpy.
- Was a little weary of the routine, it’d became a stale scene.
- And was looking for a change, and treating my life with disdain.
It’s all part of the funk of life, you know?
This week isn’t greatly better. I’m averaging a little over six miles a day, so I’ll be at least forty-two miles, maybe forty-three, but I’m not making a strong effort.
Flip this thing over, though, and the reduced effort to walk was put into writing. I like that. My life is a zero-sum game. Whenever effort is removed from one place, it’s put into another. Last night, I was thinking, I need to read more….
Time to adjust the balances anon.