I’m sitting here trying to think of something to write and I just can’t come up with anything interesting to say. Is it because I’m tired and my brain’s not functioning at 100%? Is it because I just really don’t have anything interesting to say?
I can tell you that Jason and I took these photos on Hubbard Street between Green and Ogden in Chicago. The side of the train trestle is adorned with a series of murals known as The Hubbard Street Mural Project. So there’s a little bit of interesting Chicago information.
I can tell you that I ran a 5K with Chewie last Saturday and planted flowers on my balcony on Sunday.
I can tell you that I signed up for a triathlon taking place on Sunday even though I haven’t swum a single stroke since August 2015 or done any triathlon-focused workouts. My wetsuit is probably still full of sand.
I can tell you that I’m trying to stick to my June goals and come up with date night ideas for Jason and I that don’t always involve going out to eat or spending money. Or, really, being outdoors or in crowds for long periods of time. Suggestions?
And I can tell you that I attempted both a squat and a bench press personal record (PR) on Tuesday. I managed a 15 pound PR in my squat but failed at getting a bench press PR. Win some, lose some.
So, I don’t know. Did I have interesting things to say after all? You tell me.