You'd think with my day off yesterday, and with all the extra sleep I got, that I'd be revived and ready to go today, but in fact, the opposite was true. This morning, it was like starting the week all over again (and if there's anything worse than a Monday, it's feeling like there are TWO Mondays in the week!); so when I got home this afternoon, what I wanted to do most in the world was lay on the couch and watch HGTV's "20 Ways to Add Value to Your Home" (I get suckered into countdowns like Brittney gets suckered into rehab -- there's some powerful need to see what will be number 1).
So, I had to dig deep into the motivational reservoir in order to haul my ass off the couch, put on my running clothes and lace up. It's hard to know why some days I can't wait to get out there and run and on other days -- despite the fact that I know it will feel good once I'm out there -- I have to force myself to run.
Anyway, I turned off the TV at "Number 6: Add a second story" (because, shit, I live in a condo, dudes: if we want a second story, we're gonna have to evict our upstairs neighbor) and I went for my 4 miler. And just as I knew would happen, once I was out there, I felt good, and I finished the miles in 37:54, and I was happy that I got the run in. Now, I have some pulled pork in the crockpot and I'm just waiting for Jerry to get home so we can dig in.
On the plus side of this Tuesday-holiday-business is that despite the fact that today felt like a Monday, it's really a Wednesday!