Last night I came home to this. This morning, it looked like this on my arm. Then, he treated me to a new fuel belt, a new pair of shorts and some shot blocks at Fleet Feet.
I have tone. I come by it honestly. Really, in the direction of therapy lets blame it on my dad. Great man, whom I love dearly but he has serious tone issues. Now, I am a mom. I am a wife. I am a worker bee. And I have tone. I don't really try to. It is not so much what I say, it is how I say it that sometimes can throw someone into the wrong state of mind.
This is my journey. How to overcome my tone and be better in each of the roles that I play sans tone.
Welcome to my world.
Awww, we have matching watches! This was the first piece of "running gear" I got and it was so worth it. I love, love, love it!
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