In the interest of full disclosure, I want you to know that, although there are days that are six miles walks with hiking boots on:

There are also days where I don’t leave the recliner, eat an entire box of Hot Tamales, skip my planned three mile workout, and then read sad things until I cry myself to sleep.

Some days are “Lupron Fails,” as Joey and I call them.  But it doesn’t happen every day.  It doesn’t even happen most days.  In fact, most days are okay, and some are even great!
 

But failures happen.

Yesterday was a failure, but today will be better.