#3 🐙

A day where I felt sedated for the most part. Coming home from town, my head filled with heavy thoughts, we set off for the loop. My head is elsewhere. My best friend tries his best to cheer me up. I try a bit—my slow-paced manoeuvres—but it’s not in me today. Once we reach our den, happy to watch him running uphill for a proper round, bouncing off his energy. I keep his words ringing in my head: “You are the master of your thoughts.” Unwinding, cutting back the lavender, and before I’m finished, he’s back. All sweaty and happy.

My mind is ready to recook a memory from Bar-sur-Loup: “vol-au-vent aux fruits de mer.” My best customer is happy with the menu tonight—so am I.

My boy and I are ending the day on a high note.

She feels sedated she texts me over the day. Trying to not worry, I stay cheerful, trying my best to send good vibes to go out after having reached home. It’s an end of worday kind of jog today. The sun is back, the energy is low but off we go.

I was happy to read again our issue number 2 of last year, this is a fond memory, watching her displacing those snails 🥰. That’s one of the good things with writing down this juneathon, or any journaling for that matter, going back in time might be comforting, even soothing.

Her being “sedated”, we quickly turn to walking pace and that’s absolutely fine. Feeling the warmth of the sun and debriefing together won’t ever be spoiled by any pace or lack thereof. I wish I could just erase those worries she’s busy with at the moment.

Anyways, after a second faster loop, we enjoy a wonderful dinner soaking in the sunset. Day 3 has been good.

Strava activity: https://www.strava.com/activities/14685190784