Yesterday, my son's friend told me that my house smelled like cat litter, and my other son told me that my face has lots of "boo-boos". So, yeah, we don't have a cat, and yeah, those would be zits.
I think these, uh, proclamations are good symbols for my current life (and my guess for yours too? Cuz let's face it, 2020 is kinda for the birds*).
*What does that phrase even mean?? I like birds. I don't like 2020.
Okay so yeah, running. Even just saying the word gives me a bigger sense of peace...
Running has taken on a new form for me this year. I have not run one individual race for obvious pandemic reasons, and I think not having any expectations is just what I needed. I did recently run a relay... one where each team member chugs a beer and then runs a trail 5K... but I'm not sure if that can really count as a "race". We did win, however, and took home machetes (like, real ones), but the weekend was more of an escape from reality than anything.