Tonight I’m eating grapes. I canceled my classes today, slept until almost 1 o’clock, was scolded by the department secretary, skipped my 2 o’clock class, folded laundry, finished Wednesday’s lesson plan, and practiced the art of saying “no.” I also weight lifted in my living room while making fun of the Bachelor with my husband (he didn’t weight lift; he made fun with me).
I also managed to put a massive hot pink ink stain on a couch cushion (thanks to my designer husband who is a master at the strangest of domestic tasks, like getting ink out of couch cushions). I also incorrectly set the VCR and did not record 24, much to my husband’s dismay.
Though I could easily call today a failure, I feel fantastic. There’s something liberating about taking a day into my own hands and doing exactly what I think needs to be done. No, I didn’t go running today (I’m trying to take preventative measures against some looming shin splints), but I’m eating grapes, which are good for me.
*This blog entry was originally posted at LogYourRun.com
