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I wasn’t going to.
I said I wouldn’t this year.
But.
I’ve gone and done it again.*

I have been uninspired to blog lately so I figured participating in NaBloPoMo would give me reason to post. Surely something will spark a post every single day for the next 30. Oy. I had planned to skip this year because I don’t want to post something just to post something. I don’t want to put up crap just to stick to my commitment to post every friggin’ single day. I do hope I won’t be posting about daily earthquakes, since I felt a noticeable aftershock yesterday around 4 pm. Yeah, we can be done with the earth shaking now, mmmkay?

Maybe I’ll write about my time on the treadmill on a given day, because that is riveting to read about, I know. But if my toes can avoid an arthritis attack, I should be good for my first race in 2 years on Thanksgiving morning. I didn’t sign up and pay $35 for the charity aspect, or for the camaraderie of running in a pack, or for health reasons. No. It’s about eating pumpkin pie with no guilt.

Blog posts this month might include a lot of complaining about having to think of something to write every day. I don’t want to resort to describing what I ate for lunch, or what color my socks are. I won’t resort to posting my grocery list or recount what cute thing my cat did that day (unless it’s even cuter than this).

Yes, it’s going to be a long month, people.

*Name the movie that quote is from.