His Identity Crisis
I think if Cecil could talk and someone asked him, “what are you?” He wouldn’t say a talking cat. He would say “I’m a peanut, sweet potato, muffin, honey bun, tiny baby.”
At this point I’ve definitely given him an identity crisis.
Last night when I got home from work I was feeling pretty good so I took myself out for a walk.
Putting on my running clothes I almost felt normal
I walked for about an hour so I got through an episode and a half of the Missing Maura Murray podcast. When I said I was missing my running podcasts the other day Megan asked if I can listen to them in my car — and I CAN’T!!!
I have specific podcasts that I listen to during my commute and specific podcasts I listen to while running :). I also have specific songs I can only listen to while running!
Me before snapping the selfie: look alive, Kristina! Did I do an okay job? 😀
Even though I have run in this park hundreds of times I just noticed this mile marker for the first time ever. I tried to find the others but I couldn’t find them, wtf?
So, I might try to go running today. If not today then definitely tomorrow. I feel really good except for this lingering cough that comes around when I try to talk too much.
When I am sitting in silence or sleeping at night I barely cough at all. Since I run in silence I think it’s worth a try to see if I can do it… wish me luck!
What nicknames do you have for your pet and/or significant other?