We do more before 9 am . . .

I still think people who enjoy running are sadists. This morning I went running, and, admittedly, it was the first time in a while, and, admittedly, it was very windy and therefore not prime running conditions. I wore my blue hat and my blue gloves. I had my iPod. I was ready to brave the elements.

Maybe I’m wrong here, but I do not think running should end in an asthma attack. It wasn’t the worst asthma attack of all time, but it was kind of hard to breathe. I always have this problem when I try to exercise in cold weather – I can’t breathe in cold air like that. Of course, they say that what helps is . . . exercise. So I’m not going to give up. But, just so you know, I am not going to enjoy it, no matter what all you crazy runners with your crazy runner’s high (that I still don’t believe in) say. I will not be assimilated.

It looks like we’ll be going to Florida for our regular spring break trip in March, so I’m trying to be in good shape for that. Hence the running. In addition, since I’ve been feeling kind of down the past few days, I tried to get up and be productive this morning. Before I came into work at noon, I cut Mike’s hair, went running, watched the Oscar nominations, changed the sheets on our bed, cleaned our bathtub, ironed a few things, folded some laundry, emptied the dishwasher, and went to the tax department to turn in some papers. I think I was more productive before noon than I have been since.

I had book discussion today, though, which is good reason to consider a day slightly unproductive. Our book was The Last Days of Dogtown, which we read because we all enjoyed The Red Tent. This book, though, was universally disliked. So we talked about it for only a few minutes, and then talked of other things. The group took December off, and I had really missed those women. It was nice to see them and to catch up a little bit.

Now I’m going to attempt to get some productive work done in the next couple of hours before my shift on the desk tonight. We’ll see how that goes.

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