Sleep this weekend has been abnormal. Friday night I was in bed at 10:45pm, counting on an early(ish) morning wake-up. At 9:45am, when my bleary eyes opened, it was already hot outside. So I lazed, doing work around the house until I had no choice but to brave the heat for a run to the market. Then I was awake until almost 2am, with no droopy eyes, and yet, at 6:45am this morning my eyes were once again open. So...
I went for a Sunday morning run! I mapped out a circle in my neighborhood, rolled my iPod dial to Timbaland (oh, Timbaland, where you gonna run to?) and headed off - I even included the hill down the block, which, it turns out, is much bigger than I thought. I'm not going to discuss length of run or time it took me, but I will say that it was better than I thought - back when I was running 5 or so miles at a go a couple of times a week I was never much better than a 9 minute mile (hey, I've got short legs!) and while not by a long shot at that, I'm not as slow as I feared. And I ran the whole way, no walking. What's that you say? You saw me and walking would have been faster? If you're talking about the time spent on my ribcage on the sidewalk when I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, well, fine. But if you're talking about the rest of the time, then just shut up. Sheesh.
1 comment:
I'm still laughing. First - at what point is early(ish) 9:45am? Seriously? That's almost lunch time already!!! And the visual of you tripping and then laying on the sidewalk is just too much. Where's a good blooper camera when you need one!!!
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