Stuck in a Furrow

On my way home from work, I was pondering what I was going to do tonight. It is a rare occasion that A) I am solo as the boy is in Chicago and B) I have no solid plans for an evening. Since this is an unusual occasion, I wanted to make the most of my Friday night. I was determined to hit the gym as I have a very vain goal of bikini's in Vegas and 5k in October but other than that, it was up in the air. I had numerous options ranging from hanging out with friends from my Denny's days to bondinng with Matthew to reading a good book and going to bed early. I also wanted to do some housecleaning because I wouldn't be able to do it over the weekend. I also had a bottle of Ravenswood wine and it was just asking to have some quality time with me and I wasn't about to disappoint.

I went to the gym about 2 hours ago. I have a love/hate relationship with the treadmill. My legs feel like jelly and any plans I may have had for tonight have gone out the window. It is just me, some wine and the remote. I may even light some candles and enjoy my evening alone.

I can clean on Sunday!