I’m tired and relaxed after a short treadmill run and a scalding shower. My face is scrubbed and shining with dewy night-time moisturizer, and I’m wearing my delicious Restoration Hardware robe that makes me feel like I’m at a spa. I’m comfortable and content, and my shoulders have magically stopped hurting over the past week or so.
Thank goodness tomorrow is a running rest day. I’m looking forward to the big miles this weekend; the weather is supposed to be amazing, which will be a welcome relief.
Today was a mix at the gym of shoulders, legs (for Coach) and a new ass-fixing exercise just for me. I felt the burn immediately, and I know it’s something I need to add in to my regular routine. That, and more jelly-belly-busting moves. Getting old sucks. So does being a chocoholic and junk-food junkie with a middle-aged metabolism.
After gossiping to Coach about a friend’s dating life, I hit the sauna with sex on the brain. I lay down flat on my back and stared at the ceiling as the sweat poured out of me, and I fantasized about my ideal story. I’m sure it will never happen, but it sure is fun to think about.
Hmm… I think it’s bedtime.