I don't know what it is, but for the past couple of weeks I have been dragging. At first I thought maybe I was just not getting enough iron in my diet or something. Then I wondered if it was a delayed comedown from the marathon / abrupt end to my regular running. But last night, after yet another nap, I decided that it's just summer.
I mean, it's hard to shake the schedule I was on for the first 20 or so years of my life: school for 9 months of the year followed by 3 months of sleeping until noon, then sitting in the AC watching MTV and eating Cheez-Its or laying outside on the lawn with Sun-In in my hair, drinking Surge. Those were the good old days and they offer some insight into why I make a beeline for the couch when I get home from work and spend the weekends there marathoning Lost with Ryan (neither of us have seen it before, so, shhh, no spoilers!). And even those things require almost too much energy!
Hazy, lazy days of summer make me want to do more of the mindless things and far less of the things I actually need to do. Like, workout. And go grocery shopping so we can cook at home more. And cross some things off my mile-long to-do list. And clean. And, and, and...
Instead I just want to nap and crochet and watch Lost and cuddle with the dogs and go out with friends and go to the beach and do fun stuff all day instead of work or think or doing anything that makes it feel hotter than it already is (cooking and working out fall into that category).
On the bright side, I am making some major progress on what I've been calling my "starfish afghan." 25% of the squares are done so I'm hoping to finish those by the end of August and then start sewing them all together in time to actually use it this winter. I'm so excited for that. It's two years in the making!
