I got 14 miles last week. I did my abs twice. I think that's pretty darn good. It was a hard hard week. I didn't meet my goals. But I'm not disappointed. It took every bit of discipline I had to get those miles in. It is times like these when Chickadee's situation combines with normal life stressors when I am excessively proud of myself for hanging on and ploughing through. It is tough to get up and out of bed some days, especially when Chickadee throws late night parties two or three times a week. Or when she gets sick and keeps me worried all night. Most of all when Hubbend throws me a fabulous birthday party half the night away. Just my style. This week I wish to shoot for the moon as well. Twenty miles and 3 sessions on my abs. It's gonna be another tough week, but I'll do my best. Tell me about you! What was your accomplishment for last week? What is your plan for this week? *photo by Lawrence Whittemo...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.