I’m on a train to Brooklyn, NY to run the Rock n Roll 10k there tomorrow morning. I’ve had a decent week of training, nothing overly strenuous, and I’m hoping to improve my time over the race a few weeks ago in England. We’ll see.
I had an appointment with my dermatologist on Tuesday. I’ve spent a lot more time in the sun this year, so I thought it prudent to get all moles checked. I don’t have many, but I did get sun poisoning as a kid and I tend to burn, peel, then get pale all over again. My mother-in-law constantly tells me I look sickly and need to get some sun. Like the brown leathery look she sports is preferable. Meow.
My husband has been in the local papers for his feat of derring-do across the Channel. I’m experiencing a weird envy I’m not comfortable with. But it’d be a lie to pretend I don’t feel somehow less-than. I recognize this is my dumbass issue. I hate it when my insecurities stare me in the face.