There is something that happens every time I stay at my parent’s house, which happens to be the same one where I grew up and on a small lake, I totally relax. I read, sleep and chill out. I get nothing done even when I plan to work at least a few hours a day. This time I set a goal of working just one hour a day…after six days here I give up. I think it is impossible to work here so I am going to enjoy the last day with absolutely no feelings of guilt!
At least I managed to get two good runs in this week!
