I was thinking about procrastination and found that the origin of the word is something like pro, meaning forward and then crastinus, meaning belonging to tomorrow. So it’s like forward to tomorrow. It doesn’t sound so bad when you think about it that way. Of course sometimes it gets forwarded for several days and then it’s like one of those email forwards that you have to scroll down for fourteen forevers to find the message! Not that I am in a state of forwarding to tomorrow, but life keeps getting in the way of my ultimate summer plan: run, coffee, write.

The run comes easily and early and I enjoy it even when I feel clunky. I like the voice of my Fitbit App that tells me the average time for each mile as I go. I listen to books and the Scottish bent of this latest novel has the accent stuck in my head. But then, the universe conspires, or so it seems at the time, to wreak havoc on my routine. I have my Fitbit band on when I run, but during the day, I slip the little black shape into my pocket because the band bothers me-the Bit is a Flex, but the band doesn’t. Flex. 

In a parking lot last night, I pulled my key out and inadvertently pulled the Fitbit too, but I didn’t notice it missing until fifty-four miles later when I got home. There would a very slim chance of ever finding it in a dirt lot full of mud holes and constant cattle truck traffic. I had to steel myself to run without it this morning; I’ve only had it for a few months, but I’ve grown fond of it. It was okay though, I had my Scottish brogue. I slipped on my headphones and hit the road…”You have reached the end of this Audible recording. We hope you have enjoyed…” Seriously! I’d finished the book in two lines, so no Fitbit, no book. Ugh. It was still a good run.

My new plan is to get a new start on my new plan Monday. Run, coffee, write.