I haven't been very good about posting this week. I had several false starts.
The thing is, it's hard to stick to the plan I set for myself. The heat is the biggest problem. The fact squeezing my bike into the car requires anywhere from 30 seconds to 15 minutes or wrestling definitely doesn't help. The rest of the problem is less specific. Just a general poutiness that sets in, a lack of motivation to do anything at all, much less set off on some sort of mildly-masochistic regimen.
So, for the most part of the week (and maybe even part of last week), the story was that there was no story. I skipped dance classes because Sabrina was out of town. I drove, zombie-like, to The Next Stage everyday. I grimaced at the heat - but as I ratcheted up the AC.
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