Someone mentioned the flu-mist earlier, and my initial reaction was, oh, no, I can’t get that. It might give me the flu, and I don’t want that before the marathon!
1. I know the flu-mist doesn’t give you the flu, nor does the flu-shot, but it doesn’t help that I got the worst flu of my life last year, just after getting my shot. Unreasonable, sure. I know it had nothing to do with the shot — you’re just not protected for about 2 weeks after you get it. But there you go.
2. I ran the marathon. It’s over. That’s SUCH a good feeling.
You know what the best part is? Sunday mornings. I haven’t even had one yet, but I can’t wait for it. A Sunday morning lie-in? With coffee and sunshine and nowhere to go, and nothing to do? Bring it.
Thanks for your comments, wonderful, dearest readers. Funny thing is that you kinda made me realize something. Driving home yesterday morning, thinking about what y’all had said about things like determination and achievement, I was stunned to notice that maybe I’m not as lazy as I think I am. Don’t laugh. I mean it. In the image I hold of myself in my head, I’m a slacker. Never getting things done. Not mopping the floor. Forgetting to buy milk. Not finishing writing the novel. Never sending Christmas cards. Not getting the tires rotated.
But the marathon has really made me think I might be something of an achiever after all. This, in turn, has helped to re-light the ol’ pilot on the writing stove. I love it.
You know what else is a good thing? Walking in Honolulu, missing m’girl, and seeing this: