Monday, July 8, 2013

Alarms, smoothies, ducks, and risks

The alarm rang at 4:15-ish, as always, but the variable here (during weekdays) is my Love. This morning, even though I started cuddling him and nudging him awake, he just didn't wanna. And so we didn't. I hit my snooze, and he hit his.

A little later, while he got ready for his day (including making our green smoothies), I got ready for my run. I had five miles in mind, with a Starbucks at the finish line (if and only if I actually did the full five); but it wasn't meant to be. I was short on time, and did only half that: 2.5 miles.

But I saw a duck, I tried a (kind of) new (to me) app, and kinda sorta wanted to die in the heat.

At lunch (an hour-long break in the middle of the day is was too long for me), I was trying to figure out what to do with my time. Productive, but nothing too sweaty. Nothing too productive. Yadda yadda, I dared myself to do something, to put myself out there, to take a risk. I did it, and now I'm kind of just waiting for something to happen. If it does, it'll make me really excited and happy, and eager to put myself out there again and again!!

Speaking of "out there," here's what my wet hair looks like after a sweaty run, but before a shower. Good times.

When was the last time you took a risk, and/others put yourself "out there"? Isn't that feeling exhilarating?

1 comment:

  1. That is early!! And yes, it always feels good to take a risk!


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