slippery slope
Last night I met my friend at our favorite restaurant, where I ate mussels. Well, I can’t eat mussels without bread. Period. So I broke paleo, for realz. Not like “cream in my coffee broke.” Broke Rule No. 1. No bread.
Tonight I met a friend from out of town at an Italian restaurant (her choice), where I had bread again. I planned my menu ahead of time; I ordered sausage and onion soup, meatballs, and roasted cauliflower. But. I ate the bread.
During the meal, I got a text from my coach saying our running workout for tomorrow is canceled because the conditions at the track are not safe (too much packed snow). He said we can do the run on our own, or we can just hydrate/mobilize.
What would a good person do? Sign up for tomorrow’s WOD. What will I do? I don’t know.
This is a test. A test of whether I am becoming the Campbell I want to be or the Campbell who lays on her ass if given the choice.
I fear I will pick the wrong answer.
