I finally did it. I went for a run. It's been 3.5 weeks since my last run. (Man, this is turning into some kind of confessional with a priest or something.)
I've been in a tail spin of sorts these last few weeks. It's probably the new job/schedule/chaos catching up with me, but I just feel like I have no time to do anything. I wake up, go to work, come home, put the kids to bed. That's it. It's boring and it's not all that satisfying. I'm not eating smart. I'm not exercising much. I don't feel very good about me. But, such is life.
