I’ve been dealing with a banged up tendon on my toe so am taking a break from running. The other night at Muay Thai I bruised it pretty good, it’s seeming better but still best to rest. Besides that I may have mentioned with shorter days mornings are becoming tougher to motivate for. Holy shit though am I itching for a fun day out somewhere cool. 

So yet another boring Sunday. I motivated and had a good hour at least of JKD and managed a small pile of push ups, pull ups, and dips. So I guess I earned a beer. Not that I drink much, but am disappointed in my kids. All they want are screens. I’ve been chilling between the hot tub and the kiddie pool all afternoon  listening to music. Until I hear the droning on of “dddddaaaaaddddyyyy” when then want something. Usually something they are fully able to do themselves. Sundays suck. Always at home. Always boringly demanding. Sometimes I wish I was a homebody. Someone who enjoyed doing nothing. Because that’s what my life has become. 

I look at Strava and the cool long runs or bike rides people go and do every Sunday. Must be fun to hang out with like minded people enjoying being outside.