Eek.
With this first text exchange, you could tell that I was still ready to do it for the story. Bailing hadn't occurred to me yet. But Jen's notion of us doing these races for fun was a good point. Having my fingers turn purple from my Raynaud's and wanting to cry for 9 miles wasn't exactly my idea of a fun morning.
But, again. I ain't no punk so was willing.
Then I went outside to walk the dog and thought I was going to die. I came in and that's when I received this text from Frieda, my other running mate.
The part where we decided to bail got cut off. I think my "never o'clock" got her thinking.
Ha.
Just know that the red wine I could then enjoy while staying up late watching the first three episodes of Downton Abbey back to back to back was delicious. But not more delicious than the sleep I got in my warm cozy bed this morning.
I thought I'd look on social media later and feel super guilty. . . . .
Nope.
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Happy Sunday. #neveroclock #nonethirty #halfpastnaaaaw
The words "sense and sensibility" come to mind.
ReplyDeleteYou made a good decision.
Totally!
DeleteIf that was Saturday, it was still snowing. At least it was in Woodstock. Good decision.
ReplyDeleteTotally off topic but have you seen the American College of Physicians Story Slam? Alan Haber from my hospital was the winner. I think you'd like it. He has written some great pieces much like the one you wrote about your sister.
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