The started pretty good but no writing. Part of me is wondering if I should just give up on that altogether. No, I’m not kidding.
And then the day felt like I was just sitting there waiting for my life to be over. Come to think of it it might be time to contact my ob/gyn and get a new vitamin D prescription. I also blame the pandemic but that’s not all of it.
I went for a run. My plan said that it was the day of my 5K race. Since I hadn’t really ‚trained‘ much because of back pain and slumpiness it was clear I wouldn’t run like crazy but I thought 5K should be doable with walking breaks and a pace of 8 minutes per kilometer seemed at least in reach.
I walked to the woods, decided I didn’t want to listen to podcasts at all, fired up some music, started running and felt pretty good. The weather was nice and cool, the ground was cushy and only a little muddy, I felt on top of it all.
About a kilometer in I suddenly stopped running and then I couldn’t make myself start again. I walked all the way with very few running breaks. Meh.
I came back home and sat around waiting until I could take a shower while my husband was making lunch. We had mostly leftovers:
I spent the afternoon telling myself that I’d get up and write or do something productive any minutes now while scrolling through Instagram, Twitter and Facebook and then I settled down with Youtube for the rest of the day.
Had dinner with the boy in front of TV while watching ‚Eternal Love‘ (very good episode, very dramatic, only two more to watch), then we ate ice cream. I watched some more Netflix on my own, decided that I didn’t have the energy to do the dishes or to start writing this post, barely flossed and went to bed early.
So at least I did get enough sleep.
Today there will probably be more of the same. Instead of using my time to sew or sort through the yarn stash or file the sheet music or work on the novel I will probably just sit around starting and stopping Youtube videos while being fully aware that it is making me discontent and crabby.
My husband is planning to make this elaborate Italian meal which means I will help with cooking for several hours and then we will eat too late, have too much food and my afternoon will be shot. I will also call my mother on the phone as every Sunday these days.
Now I’m thinking about why I am able to have a continuous Duolingo streak for 190 days in a row (or a continuous blogging streak for more than that) but am unable to type even a single word into my manuscript. I might have to gamify that as well.