August. How can a month with so many high points be a month I tire of before it ends? I mean, this month had a beer festival, a half marathon, and my birthday, for goodness’ sake! Yet, every.single.year. I’m in the same mental place by the end of the month.
I swear I suffer from reverse seasonal affective disorder. The heat and humidity have just flat out worn me down (and this hasn’t even been that hot of a summer). The back to school stress (Seriously, the only Latin class is at the same time as orchestra? Really?), the summer of juggling work and children and travel, the bizarre sleep schedules, the not enough running etc. It all adds up to DONE. I’m struggling with my weight, my running sucks, and I’m eating too much crap.
But you know what? The beauty of having a blog is that I know I’ve felt this exact same way by the last week of August every.single.year. So, I’ll just hang on and know that this too shall pass and we’ll head into my favorite season of the year.