This week has me wiped out so far. As I mentioned before, I've been subbing for a sick colleague for her early morning classes, and me + early morning do not = a peppy Jess. Thankfully, she's beginning to feel well-enough to return to her classes tomorrow, so I get to resume my regular schedule. But, this afternoon when I got home, I lay down on the couch to read and within minutes, I was out.
After my long nap, I woke to find it pouring rain outside. I know some of you like to run in the rain, and I don't mind it sometimes, but to start in the pouring rain? No thanks. Not if I don't have to. Instead, I did some low-intensity yoga, some ab work, and 3 sets of push ups and I called it good. I know that this week is beginning to resemble last week -- running-wise -- so I'll try to get in a run tomorrow and Friday. I do want to re-establish a routine, but I have been finding that post-Chicago I seem to be lacking proper motivation. I'll find it eventually. It's gotta be around here somewhere.
For now, I am gonna drink my wine that I just poured and watch "Little Miss Sunshine," which arrived today via Netflix.
**Edit: At 8:15 pm, as I was about halfway through my movie and had just poured my second glass of wine, the phone rings. "Oh christ," I told my husband, "tell me I don't have to sub tomorrow." "You can say 'no,'" he tells me. I pick up the phone and hear the graveling voice on the other line. Yeah, she asked if I could sub for her again tomorrow morning (Thursday). Dammit. I wish I weren't so nice. I mean, I do get paid extra to do this, but it is draining and I have my own classes to tend to; plus, to be honest, I'd rather have the extra sleep instead of the money. Ugh. One last day of it. One last day.**