I really need to get into a new habit of going to bed earlier. I don’t like this cycle of being too tired to write my blog posts, turning off the light much too late, and hating myself in the morning because I can’t drag my ass out of bed. A break from running might help, but that’s the thing I love that keeps me sane, and I don’t want to give that up.
I’m slowly getting back into my running groove, but my head is still fucked up from that spring marathon. It’s amazing what a number that did on me.
Today I did my long, slow run in the evening for a change. I also took a new route through some industrial-sized cornfields, peony patches, and more sunflower fields. Bon Jovi, Journey, and Florida-Georgia Line were some of the artists that kept me company along the way, and I entertained myself with juicy sexy thoughts and obsessions. Whoever said your sex drive dwindles during this menopause thing didn’t ask me about mine.
I have a week full of interesting things to keep me busy, and then I hope things will settle down into some sort of normal that will bring my eating and workout schedule back on track. Coach suggested some interval training this week, after I whined about my expanding waist-line and ass, and I will dutifully obey.
I feel disconnected from my body lately. I need to fix that.