it will happen. Or at least, it will be no less likely to happen than if I didn't write it so ... I should have gone to the gym or tried to organize my clothes for the vacation that may or may not be happening beginning Sunday (see, previous post). But instead I 'rested my eyes', ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and read some blogs. In my defense, I did work out with the trainer for one hour this morning ... but that was not running. or biking. or swimming.
So, I am verbalizing my intention of going to bed in the next 21 minutes (by 11) and running or maybe even biking in the morning and maybe even swimming tomorrow night. I have worked myself into a ball of stress over ALL I HAVE TO DO in the next 6 weeks but ... it'll get done. The packing, paining and finding enough money to pay for the apartment - it'll happen. But it can't happen just yet. So no sense worrying. I'm much better served trying to get in a few more workouts because this will help with my summer tris AND if my vacation with 2x and his new chick is really not some weird figment of my imagination, well, I'm gonna look hot;)
Down to 19 minutes. Wish me luck ... g'night.
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