It can be hard to get up again. Tough to get going. All worn down, but still rough around the edges. I can never tell if I can blame the cold, the long weekend, hormones, medication, caffeine consumption, or 5K races. Never tell if there is any sense in blaming.
Two hours to get two feet on the floor. Another hour before I even start to think about eating. Trying to decide how I can get out of the commitments I’ve made today.
The hardest moments to write about are the ones you’re currently in. There is no lesson to present here. No silver lining. Some days just beg to be spent under piles of blankets, still shivering.