I spent a little time drawing with two of my boys. There is an age difference of 33 years between them. Neither of them was surprised by my antics in this drawing. The older one figured out a long time ago that I wasn’t quite normal. The little one must have heard of my reputation.
Today’s Goal: 5 miles
Actual Distance: 0 miles
Time of Day:
Tomorrow’s Goal: 3 miles
My day was wrecked by a migraine at 9 AM. It started at the exact moment I walked through the door into work. I kid you not. By the time I walked from the door to my desk, my vision was half distorted already. All day, I thought of how I was going to overcome the situation and run. I survived at work until 1:30, which included an hour long mid-year review discussion with my boss (which left me rather bothered). Then I had to call it quits and go home. I thought, If I sleep a few hours, maybe I’ll have more energy to run later. Nope. First, it was tough to get to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about several unfairly negative things my boss had to say. (Is it any wonder I get migraines?) After I did sleep, I awoke as a zombie. (Still not much improved at the time of this writing.) And, well, rather than write more descriptions of this condition, here’s a drawing to depict how I felt. A picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, “barf,” “decay,” “slime,” are a few of the sunny ones that come to mind.
My gal says this doodle reminds her of this photo:
I wish I had drawn that instead.