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.