Day five went down in the history books. The White House becomes less and less of a torture chamber and more and more of a necessity. Now that is scary.
Two friends accompanied me today. They inspire me. One of my friends had just eaten a big lunch and rather than hiding in her office to digest said lunch, she was walking briskly next to me. What dedication, what drive, what inspiration! I'd be curled up in the fetal position with my face in a puddle of drool, but hey, that's how I got in this position in the first place. I need to make a note of that.
My other friend broke her ankle a few months ago, went through surgery to pin it back together, is 10+ years older than I am and walking on an steep incline faster than I'm running. If she wasn't so sweet and cute, I'd have to hurt her.
Instead, I just marvel at the women around me. They are incredible, talented, smart, and determined; the office is filled with them. It's like an epidemic or something. Hold the vaccine please.
Anyway, as I watch my friends, we talk and laugh together. We share stories and weekend plans. Our friendship is a bond, and like our muscles and stamina, growing stronger and stronger each second as we weave our lives together in time. It's a beautiful thing.
Today my time on the treadmill holds some my most precious memories and deepest appreciation. Everyone needs that right?
Who knew?
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