So, I’ve been locked out of my Microsoft account for two full days. TWO. DAYS. That’s 48 hours of pretending I’m still a functioning adult while secretly spiraling because I can’t access my calendar, my files, or my sense of identity.
To make it worse, I tried to log into my WordPress account from my work computer (because work is slow and I had bloggy things to say), but apparently, security said no. Like, full-on digital bouncer at the club: “You’re not on the list.”
So now I’m sitting here, sipping lukewarm coffee, feeling like a total fraud. I told my friend I only needed to run 10 miles—because that’s her sweet spot—but really, I needed 11 to 14. So I sneakily ran a few miles from home before we met up, just thrilled she’d do the bulk of it with me. I’m not proud. Okay, I’m a little proud.
Meanwhile, work has thrown me into a new department, and my brain is doing cartwheels trying to keep up. I’m clinging to my running schedule like it’s a life raft in a sea of onboarding documents and new acronyms.
And here’s the kicker: I haven’t worked a Saturday in two weeks. TWO. WEEKS. I usually work 75% of Saturdays, so this feels like cheating on my job with my running shoes. I’m torn between guilt and giddy excitement because—hello—training runs.
There’s just so much going on in my head right now. I’m locked out of my accounts, locked into a new department, and running from my responsibilities (literally). But hey, at least I’m getting the miles in.
Run Between Meetings 