Ah ... uh ...

ermmmm ..... [insert warm glowing smile here]

Yesterday it poured rain and the temperatures have dropped significantly. Lucky for me it hadn't really started when I went out for my run yesterday which, by the way, was not good at all. I just can't figure out why some days are better than others. I know it should be a relatively easy thing to figure out -- what I had to eat the night before, or drink, or what I had to eat for breakfast, all of those things. But truly, there doesn't seem to be much of a correlation that I can count on. Monday night we had dinner with friends, I drank very moderately -- 2 glasses of wine -- and got to bed not too late. I did have a restless night but much better than the night before. And I just couldn't get it going. I mean, I did the entire 30 minutes and my pace was off a bit and I was only off about 2/10 short of my normal distance. But it was just like running through mud or something. SO hard! Sunday, after the first mile, I felt as if I had wings on my feet. I never got to that point yesterday. Still eight weeks to go. Maybe I'll have a big break through this weekend.

It was a very busy day yesterday and by the time I got home, after stopping at Trader Joe's (which is the best place to buy cheap French wine, I have found. They have a cremant de bourgogne that is really good. Even my sister's wine snob of a boyfriend who lived in Paris while they were shooting that film ... oh what's it called .. ah! Ronin .... even he loves it). Anyway, it was pouring down rain, and by the time I got the groceries put away I was so exhausted I felt like crying. You know that feeling? When it feels like you have no reserves left and walking upstairs to change my clothes seemed like a huge effort. So I didn't do anything but watch TV and knit a bit. Of course, I woke up at 4 am .. again. No voices this time though. That's okay - that was a bit weird. Nice, but weird. Maybe I should start trying lucid dreaming again.