I was mowing earlier and after about 45 minutes of trudging through the too-tall grass and sweating I thought to myself, “I’d rather go to sparring than mow!”
Wait – What?
Did I really think that? That’s crazy. I don’t like sparring! Even weirder than the thought itself – did I mean it?
Do I like sparring more than I realized? Or maybe I like mowing less than I thought?
Huh. A couple hours later I’m still shaking my head at the thought!