It’s Friday evening and my kitchen is spotless. That is pretty unusual, since my typical Friday evenings involve baking up a storm.   Baking pans would be stacked on top of each other, the sink full of dishes,  bare counters and sometimes even myself covered with flour. The music will be playing in the background and I generally have a glass of wine sitting around the kitchen, while I move around pulling trays out of oven, while rolling and cutting pastries.

This is my first weekend in months that I have a Friday evening on my own and not sure what to do with myself. Instead of my usual 9 hour work day, I leave work early, go to my favorite Thai restaurant for some food and head home.

The sun is finally peeking and its an absolutely gorgeous fall day here. I am tempted to grab a book and sit outside and read, but instead I decide to take a nap….such a rare luxury for me.

As much as I feel that i need to give running a break, I put my shoes on and head outside for a 5 mile run. There is no way I cannot take advantage of this beautiful day by not running.

As usual I take off to a slow start, I feel my knees starting to cramp, but giving up has never been an option for me. I am unsure if the tendency I have of not giving up is a good thing or a bad thing. I guess it probably depends on the circumstances.  When it comes to relationships I suppose there were times I should have given up, but when it comes to life in general I am glad I don’t give up.

After a 5 mile run, I head back home, planning on sitting around, reading, watching movies etc, but instead the fact that I am not in the kitchen and my oven is not on, makes me feel strange, so I decide to give into my temptation and start baking.

I usually want to bake anything and everything from scratch, but today I took some help from a box mix and made some rocky road cupcakes.

Now that my kitchen counter is strewn with flour and my oven is on….I can breathe a sigh of relief and feel much better.  While waiting for the cupcakes to cool, I have the usual questions in my head as to why I don’t relax and kick back and take it easy when I have the opportunity. I am still searching for that answer or maybe I do know, but not willing to accept the reality of it.

I am not gonna worry about any of it, there is a cupcake to enjoy and considering I just burnt a couple of 100 calories, I think its safe to safe to say I can eat one or maybe even two cupcakes. As for the relaxing, there is always tomorrow.