I switched off on purpose this week and didn’t feel like doing much. Tomorrow is already Friday.

It started on Monday when Annie was diagnosed with a tumour on her adrenal gland. Right now we’re waiting for the vet to let us know what the best treatment will be to prepare her for surgery.

Then KK came down with manful. He was planning on running his Two Oceans qualifying marathon on Sunday so this has really put a damper on things.

My training suffered the most. I didn’t run. I skipped track. I didn’t feel like gym. Or spinning.

I headed straight home from work, made supper, packed lunches and got both KK and Annie into bed as early as I could.

I’ve watched stupid afternoon shows on TV. I’ve caught 10 minute kitty naps while supper cooked. I started reading a new book.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved it. I haven’t felt guilty at all. I think we all get “those” days. Days when we just want a break from it all. A brain break. A body break. A training break. Just time to let go…Time to breathe.

They’re always saying that it’s easy to find time to train, to go to gym, to do a hobby. But this means for most evenings, I’m only getting home after 7pm. I never find time in the week to just veg.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking (especially my running friends). And yes, I can feel my body is getting edgy and I need to get back into my routine. I’ll snap out of it soon, I will.

But for now… couch time.

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