Yesterday was a rest day for me. And I really needed one - sucky work day/week, lots of teenage 18-itis drama again, and just plain tired.
Today I woke up with a wild hair up my ass, and was just grouchy, mostly about all of the above still. We did some running around with Cheesy Beefy getting him some stuff - a couple pairs of shorts and a pair of throwing shoes (He is out for track for shot/discus). Did you know there were special shoes for the shotput?? I had no idea.
I knew I had a longish slower run on my plan today, but by 4pm I had talked myself into a little predinner nap. My big bed was calling me. As I sat on the edge of the bed thinking about hitting the pillow, guilt got the best of me and I laced up the running shoes and hit the road. Nothing real special to brag about or anything other than it was really kinda COLD out (38 degrees), but I got my big butt off the bed and got outside.
The battle: Nap vs Run.
The winner: I think it's a draw.