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I can’t believe it’s been almost a week since my last post!  Bad blogger!  I am just worn out!  Late nights at work + two weekends away from home = tired (and quiet) Sarah.  Honestly, it’s not just that I’m tired, but who wants to read about my day at the office followed by half-hearted cooking, tv, and bed?  Yeah, I am so interesting!

But … I will be home this weekend, and hope to finally finish a project that I keep procastinating on.  (Yes, I know I keep saying that, and yes, I probably just jinxed myself by telling the Internet that I will actually finish something I started.  Oops.)  I hope to have a post about it on Sunday.

So … running … has been going somewhat like how my blogging has been: sporadically (but brilliant when I do it, right?!).  I am sad to say I have only been running twice in the last two weeks.  BAD.  Honestly, I don’t know if I have dropped the ball and should suck it up and not list all my excuses, or if I need to give myself a dang break because sometimes when people say they are too busy to work out, THEY ARE TOO BUSY TO WORK OUT!  I probably fall somewhere in between.  Most days I really am just crazy busy between work and other obligations.  I have to admit, though, there have been a few times the last few weeks that I did have the opportunity.  But I was so tired and burned out, I just … didn’t feel like it.  I have missed it and know it would be really good for me to go – not because I feel guilty or am supposed to do it, but because it feels good.  It is an amazing stress reliever.  I feel stronger and happier after I run.

Also, can I just say, if I’d known how freaking effective running is, I would have started years ago!  I know it must seem obvious – of course running is good for you – but, holy crap.  It’s almost like those ridiculous diet pills they advertise in the middle of the night.  Except, you know, legit and healthy.  “Hi.  I’m Sarah, and I lost five pounds in one month without even trying.”

Okay, you guys, time for me to make dinner, watch some t.v., and go to bed.  I know, I know – you’re jealous of the exciting life I lead.

But …