Sometimes life pulls you away from some of things you enjoy. I am in the midst of one of those times, working a little more than I want, and fulfilling a few more obligations than I want. Nothing terrible, just suffering a touch on my running and my sleep, but I’ll live.
Speaking of sleep…I should be doing it now. So, this will be short. I had to get dressed in my finest professional attire and go into work all day and a dinner this evening. The highlight of the day was 8.5 miles in rain and light mud with Mark and Pancake. I got home, notice my legs were streaked with mud and noticed Pancake was so muddy, a mere hosing off would not take care of it. I need lots of soap and lots of scrubbing. After this, I was REALLY dirty, so I basically had to repeat Pancake’s process of lots of soap and lots of scrubbing on myself. I flew out of the shower and rushed into my work clothes and out the door to work. Got there a few minutes later, and had to kinda chuckle to myself that just a few minutes ago I was streaked with mud, jumping over tree roots in the dark with just a headlamp to help me see. It felt like a double life of sorts. I also thought I couldn’t really begin to explain to anyone at work that a few minutes ago I was caked in mud, with a light on my head, jumping over tree roots, and why this makes perfect sense to me as a way to spend Sunday morning.