The Things We Give Up

Meg Dowell Writes

According to my Fitbit app, I haven’t gone for a run in almost three weeks.

Yikes.

As I am writing this, that means the last time I laced up was November 3. And that has nothing to do with the weather, which has been unfavorably wet and cold and awful for most of the month.

It turns out that despite other stressors that have led to my temporarily putting workouts on hold — to be fair, I do walk my Husky every day, and by walk, I mostly mean sprint — I actually stopped running every day when I started working on my NaNoWriMo novel.

Suddenly, I had a daily choice: Write 1,667 words, or run three miles?

I’m the type of person that would normally say “do both! You just have to make time.” This is a fair assumption. I probably could make time for both if I really…

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