So today I went out with the trimmer to get the spots I couldn’t get with the mower and then I wept up the mess I left after yesterday’s lawn work. I don’t have a leaf blower so I had to use my big broom. T

There’s something about that back and forth motion from activities such as sweeping, mopping, or vacuuming that just fucking kills me cardiovascularly. It just wipes me the eff out and fast. Doing it in 90+ degree weather made it much worse. I think sweeping up the sidewalk was actually harder than mowing and trimming the lawn yesterday. Omg!

Later in the night, as I was in bed getting ready to drift off, I had an anxiety-filled panic-stricken moment of realization. This marathon is in 6 MONTHS. SIX FREAKING MONTHS! That’s practically right around the corner. That’s not “next year”! That’s 1 2 3 4 5 6 months away!!!

Having my head in the sand is a life long habit and the shock of fast approaching deadlines always hit me this way. The issue with this one is I can’t get away with it by paying some late fee.

I HAVE to be ready for this in advance! Oh My GOD whatamigonnado?!?!