I found my stride! I don't know what the magic piece was, but this morning the treadmill was my friend. I don't know if I found the perfect incline/speed. I don't know if Corrine Bailey Rae kept my pace. I don't know if Jupiter was in retrograde. I do know that I kept waiting to hate my workout and it never happened. Granted I only ran for 30 minutes because my yoga class was starting, but I'm terribly pleased and excited to run again very soon.
But alas, it will not be so simple. Audrey was sent home from school early with yet another fever. And if the body aches and chills are any indicator, I've been hit with the ick. Emily is getting a bit feverish too(her missing school would be disasterous). Looks like it's going to be another long week at Casa Diggs.
So I don't think I'll be making big sis a birthday pie (she turns 40 tomorrow). I would prefer that my food not be prepared by Typhoid Mary and I expect that she feels similarly. I tell you what. This had best lift by Wednesday. It's supposed to be 72 degrees.