Day 3,568 —Back to my Altras—

It was not easy to get going this morning. My daughter met me at the stairs just as I was about to leave. Instead, I made both of us toast and sat there and ate it with her as I drank coffee.

I've started making her toast like I used to eat as a kid. I use some plant-based butter and some agave nectar. I guess not exactly the one I had as a kid, but close.

Then, as I was running, I was still thinking about her and eating breakfast with her. Why is it so hard to do the important things sometimes? Obviously, eating breakfast with my daughter was more essential than my run but it didn’t feel that way when I saw her at the top of the stairs just as I was about to leave.