Excuses, excuses, excuses. I took off last week from impact training to give my leg a heal: it swelled up so much a few nights that I couldn't sleep. And that just wrecked everything. But it wasn't just the leg keeping me up at night. Work had its hand too.I try not to let work interfere with my personal life. Much. All too often, however, it barges its way into every hour of my waking and sleeping hours.
At least I have something to show for it. If you have a minute, please visit my Think Beyond the Possible Web site. I'm kind of proud of it.
Only now I have to find something else to think about when I'm on the treadmill...
