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Five minute Friday...

On a Saturday night.

The theme this week is rest, and i'm linking up at thegypsymama.

Rest. What is that, really? Does anyone get any? Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard. I feel like I haven't really rested in too long. But now, it is labor day weekend. A day off to rest from my labors. I brought my computer with me to the beach, as if i'm going to try to do some work. I might try, but if today was any indication, no work will be done.

Rest. The boat isn't working quite right, so no skiing.

Rest. My heels aren't working right, so maybe I should take some time off from running for a while. Probably not. I'm a glutton for punishment.

Rest. Take some time to sit on your hiney, soak up the sun, read a novel for fun, go visit the winery, and eat some cake. Rest. Rest rest rest.

Then go go go some more, do and go and do and go and rest.

The rest is still waiting for you, the rest is still left to come.

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  1. Melissa@VidastyleSeptember 3, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    Yes too true, my back is aching and I know I shouldn't run today, but am still contemplating it.... Maybe a rest is in order and a walk will do us better....

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