Oh, just hold your horses.

Writing about having an active life when you lead an active life is proving a more difficult than initially expected.

For instance: yesterday I rode my bike to work (5 miles)
Worked the ol' 9 to 5
Rode home (5 miles)
Ran with the dog (2 miles)
Rode to Pilates (5 miles)
Pilates it up (What is the past tense of Pilates?... Pilatazed? Pilateed? Pilated?)
Rode straight to a friend's house to try on my new cycling kit for Angry Catfish Bicycle and Coffee Bar (6-7 miles)
Rode home (3-4 miles)
Made enough guacamole for at least 4 healthy adults to consume
Consumed all the guacamole myself
Showered
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Now. Where exactly would you fit in writing? If one were feeling sassy, one might say something like "you could just cut out one of the billion physical activities you've got going on and replace it with one mental one... like writing." But it really isn't that easy. The Duathlon is one month away. Just one. I've worked damn hard every day molding myself from a depressed, overweight, out of shape heap of excuses into a determined, strong, healthy young woman. And I'm not about to stop now.

So, the moral of the story here is that patience is character building. Something of quality will be posted soon enough. Right now, I've got to run.