This past weekend was a bust in terms of doing healthful activities, unless you consider my contributions to a better balance in our bank account. I had a slew of freelance and new-job projects to complete and not enough time to do them all. This made the rare couple of hours spent at a book club meeting, yoga or watching the thoroughly creepy "Paranormal Activity" DVD (filmed, if I haven't mentioned already, in my suburb of San Diego) feel like an intrusion. In all other waking hours, I constantly was tied to a computer here or in a college classroom.
Needless to say, I woke this morning with that same feeling of a weekend lost to inactivity, alcohol and a void in memory. It's rare for me to go that long without getting fresh or even stale gym air on a walk, a hike, a ride or a row. It's not rare, unfortunately, for me to fuel work binges with sugar, caffeine and way too many carbs.
The frenzied freelancing continues for at least another two weeks, but next weekend will be different. How do I know? Because I get to prepare for an event that has been four months in coming: my first run since tearing my achilles tendon last fall.