This sight this morning made me sad.
Me, walking out the door to go to work, intentionally leaving my running shoes at home so I didn’t do something stupid like go to the gym after work.
Being injured sucks. I feel lazy and I hate it. Resting is the reasonable thing to do, but I still have that nagging bug in my ear telling me “don’t be a baby, just run through it.” No fun.
Perhaps instead of running, I should work on my abandoned DIY projects…
Or pay attention to my dog.
Focusing on the positive is hard. Stupid shins.
In completely minimal wedding news, our calligraphied wedding invitation envelopes should be done and mailed this Friday or on Monday! Woo. We’re trying to decide when to send them–I’ve read everything between 6-12 weeks, so I think we’re just going to shoot for the first week of March-ish. Fun! Getting RSVP cards will be pretty exciting.
Anyway, apparently my life is significantly less interesting when I’m not running, so I’ll stop reaching for content.
How do you keep from going nuts when you’re supposed to be resting?