So I skipped the run this morning. We’ll see if I can rally for this afternoon. My mind says I need to go, my hear says go, but my body? My body is saying something else entirely.
I’m not sure if I’m Goldilocksing this thing — am I over doing it, under doing it, just doing the right amount of running? I don’t think it’s the last one as I’m just feeling wiped out at the moment and my ankle is sorta throbbingly unhappy with me.
In the meantime, I did mockup this photo strip thanks to my neighbor:
I suppose depending on which version of Goldilocks you read the moral of the story is that sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you. The latter is the darker Grim fairy tale but it’s also how I’m feeling today. The bear’s got me.