2am Consequences

 I had a work call at 2am this morning. 

I do not (anymore) generally take calls at 2am. Unlike my last place of employment, in this first six months on the job, I have done better at setting boundaries. I have turned down multiple 2-3-and-4am meeting invitations, simply stating "this is well before my working hours. Please send me the notes or we can reschedule." 

However, there was a particular exception for this meeting, and I took it. I do not plan to make this a habit.

Goat Massage

 I’ve been climbing the Incline about three times a

week, starting to build up a base for this coming race season. As you know, this routine has included ice bath at a temperature causing me to evaluate my life choices… but I also called up my massage therapist to get back on her schedule.

My massage therapist is awesome. She’s only part time,  but happens to have a studio right at the end of our street, in what is literally the only business block in our community.

The rest of the time, she lives out in the mountains on a farm. Which is how, when I walked into her studio last Friday, I met Patrick McLovin.