Anyway, nothing is set. It’s all just wishful thinking at this point. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, and it’s already making my head spin. I’m getting the sort of head that I accuse crazy women of getting, where men scamper in the opposite direction and other women fuel the fire. Enough is enough, brain.

And enough about that.

I’ve been great about going to the gym lately. Since I’m training for this marathon, I split my workouts between the morning and evening. Because, really... When I’m already waking up at 5:30 to squeeze in a few miles before work, I’m not going to wake up any earlier to also lift weights. Eff that.

I’ve been boxing (hitting someone holding pads feels great), taking the occasional cardio dance class (shake your bon-bon), and running every chance I get.

Beyond working out, not much is going on here. I’m reading a whole lot (four books since Saturday), and... well, that’s about it. When you live alone and it’s mid-week, there’s usually not much going on unless you are the one doing the organizing and inviting. Staying in also helps with trying to go to bed at a decent hour since I’m hearing the first wake-up alarm at 5:15.

The other night I was asleep so early that it threw me when the phone rang at 11:30 (usually a perfectly acceptable time to call me). I’m pretty sure I made some caveman grunts before I hung up the phone.

Okay, I’m wrapping this up and naming it The Most Useless Blog Post Ever. I’ve gotta let my brain spin a bit, get it out to a couple friends, and then try to regain some sense of my normal senses. Until then, I’ll see you on the flip side.