I’m in a lull with the running and I’m tempted to blame it all on something non-specific, but I know that can’t be the only reason. Because I took nearly three full weeks off of hard-core running, getting back into a decent pace is proving to be more difficult that I’d like. Granted, I went running outside the last two mornings, and my track record for running outside in Amarillo has never been good. Still, it shouldn’t feel like I’m trudging through mud or that my legs are really jelly molds that can’t support my body weight.
At any rate, I have to make running a higher priority soon or all really will be lost. You’ll find me sucked into the couch with a bottle of wine and a bag of Dove dark chocolate.
The boys are going to VBS with friends this week, which not only gives them something productive to do but it gives Grandma a break from the duo. They literally pounce on her, and I’m all amazed at her ability to stay calm, pull out a book and read to them with fervor. I am so my father’s daughter. When I feel ganged up on and brought to the brink of insanity, I explode. Yet, here’s my mother, patient, loving and animated even during times of distress. I know I’ve said this before, but her presence is just what we needed.
This is proof week, which means this entry is probably riddled with misspellings and grammars mistakes because my brain is used up at work. The July issue has proven to be harder than June and that’s shocking because June was darn-near impossible to pull together. In other work news, the book is coming along nicely. I’m in Chapter 7 and I love the fonts I’ve chosen. I realize this is a hugely nerdy thing to say but it’s true that I am easily sucked in and distracted by fonts. For anyone who cares, the body copy is Chronicle. Good choice, right? I think so.