On one hand I’m thanking my lucky stars for still being able to run at 26 weeks on the OTHER hand I feel so terribly bad for myself having to run indoors and not breath fresh air in the morning….
Last night we attended the “Infant CPR 101″ class which should have been called the “A million new reasons for you to panic 101″ class. Every other word that came out of the instructor’s mouth was enough to fuel a brand new nightmare.
I’m trying to remain calm. I’m thinking about the fact that I didn’t manage to kill myself as a kid and I take that as a good sign.
I ran this AM thinking about nothing but how tired I am. It’s amazing how I have no profound thoughts these days… Just tired thoughts and thoughts about going to sleep again. More sleep… I want more…. I’m not going to fight it. I’m just going with it. I think I can stand being boring for a minute or two.