Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Today, I was the voice of reason. Do not recommend. Ever.

Start over.

Dear Diary,

Today, I was forced to be the voice of reason. It was awful. I had no idea what I was doing. But I did it without much noticeable discomfort. And, I’m a better leader for it.

Dear Diary,

Today, I kept myself on pace, no fly-and-die issues at all.

Try again.

Dear Diary,

Everyone was running so fast and I attempted to keep up. It didn’t go well. I was burnt toast at the end of mile 1. I had to take a break. Twice my watch went into critical incident mode and attempted to perform life saving measures by notifying next of kin. Fortunately, I was not dying, so was able to cancel the notification.

Dear Diary,

My doctor is a lying arsehole who doesn’t understand my dietary needs.

Not again.

Dear Diary,

I have conceded to working on my rather high cholesterol levels in order to prevent a medication regimen. Of course I can do better to manage my diet. Instead of super fatty foods, I will make small, significant changes which will benefit my cardiac health.

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I ask you –

Did you ever have a diary? Maybe you do now.

Has your watch ever panicked without cause?

Tell me…you’ve never read someone else’s diary!

(The post Dear Diary first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)

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