*Hey, guys, this one isn’t for you – go on to another blog and come back at the end of the weekend – I’ll try to have something for you then. Tri men, exes, family members, yes, all of you. Here, go look at Rachel in a short skirt and read her story about running 8 miles down the road in a pink bikini. Thanks.*
That is all.
OK, not completely all, you know I can’t get away with saying that little.
But having your body play games with you – especially when it’s not supposed to (hello, hormones, didn’t you get the memo?) – is not fun.
Being moody and knowing you can’t quite stop it? Not fun.
Waking up constantly at night from being too hot, too cold, too hot again – all in the space of 15 minutes? Not fun.
Bursting into tears in the shower and not being able to figure out why – was it the hockey scores? was it something someone said today and I can’t even remember what? was it that someone ate the last sugar cookie? oh no wait it can’t be that because Jeff never eats my damn cookies when I want him to. WHY WON’T HE EAT MY DAMN COOKIES?!!!!
Um, yeah. I’m just a boatload of fun to live with the last few days. If I didn’t exercise, I might actually explode. I am beyond thankful to have such an outlet for my stress.
P.S. Given how helpful my little mental squirrel has been, do you think I should stop telling the dogs to “go see who’s outside” when I see a squirrel trying to dig up a nut in the yard?