Where Do the Hours Go?

by klassman

I rode 50 minutes today.  I ran another 47 minutes.  Yesterday, I rode for a little more than two hours.  I’m trying to take to heart the admonition that training by timeis better than miles. The weekend also included decorations for outdoor Christmas trees, popsicles, hours at two different playgrounds, special cookies, getting the Christmas books out of the attic and requisite readings, a birthday party, a movie, delivery of letters to Santa’s special mailbox and a photo shoot with the kids in their finery. No wonder I’m exhausted.

With Sugar Plums Dancing in Their Heads