In other news, I wish that the global warming was more, you know, warm. And sunny. I’m ready for real spring. The spring that is more than tree buds and daffodils. I want sunshine & 60 degrees. If we’re going to have a global climate crisis, would it be too much to ask to have some nice weather for a couple of weeks? I mean, Saturday was nice. And yesterday seemed nice (I didn’t go outside much), but I’m certain that my run today is going to be less pleasant (although hopefully not less pleasant than last week’s first-day-of-spring sleet storm run).
I feel antsy and kinda cranky. I’ve already eaten all of today’s snacks (I’m also hungry), and am not eating lunch until 2 because of my 1 pm run.
I love my 6 am weights class, even though it hurts to raise my arms above my head (but I have muscle tone – visible muscle tone – in my arms, so it’s all worth it), but it does kinda screw with my eating schedule for the rest of the day.
I was really, really productive, up until about 20 minutes ago. Now, I’m in “lunch mode” even though I have 40 minutes before my lunch starts. What’s a girl to do?