It's interesting how something can change so much in only a year. Last year, I was working in the shop I'm currently at and so happy to be there. It was light and fun, and I really enjoyed the work--even though it was a bit unorganized. This year, I'm working on the same dance show, but things have gotten out of hand. I'll save you the gory details, but it's so bad, that when I get home from work, all I want to do is crawl into bed. But I usually don't. After dinner, I lay in the middle of the living room floor, bemoaning my state of fatigue and wondering how on earth I'm going to remove myself off the floor and get myself into bed. I've been running and even commuting by bike to work, but my swim disappeared this week. It was replaced by overtime and a pathetic attitude.

What am I doing? I never thought I would hate what I do. Is it just this shop?

Ran today. 15 miles, but the last three were halted by a bum leg. It's getting worse.

JE went to see a chiropractor this week. Tis is hopeful stuff. One of his coworkers recommended him, as he is a specialist to get runners moving faster and more symmetrical. I'm going as soon as this show is up!