Why do I Bother
This morning I’m awake (barely) with one question on my mind. Okay two questions.
Why do I bother?
How can I get the day off work so I can nap?
The second question is a given, right? Who doesn’t want to take the day off and nap? It is Monday after all. Besides, if you’re sleep tracking for the previous night looks anything like this, it’s no wonder you want to stay home and nap.
Now for another question: Do you love your Fitbit as much as I do? The Alta is so fun. Except for maybe the incessant tapping. That’s a little odd. And the colorful band choices? Yeah, I want the pink one. Who wants to be Fitbit buddies? Okay, back on track. Question one: why do I bother? Do you ever feel this way? This has been on my mind since yesterday and here’s why. I did my usual three mile run yesterday. When I’m on my three mile route, I go up to the airport and say hi to my handsome husband. Then after a quick water break, Omar and I head back home.