This morning, I got up at 5 am in order to get out the door by 5:30 for a long run. I was aiming for 11 miles, but in the end, I only did 8. As I was running, I just felt tired and I couldn't shake the fatigue and the desire to just turn around and go home; so, at the 4 mile point, I allowed those feelings to win out and I turned around. Despite feeling beat, I must've still run at a decent pace, since I was back in the house by 6:50 -- so, it's not so shabby to be back from a run before 7 am!
There are a lot of factors I could probably blame for the fatigue, but I'm not sure any one thing is guilty -- probably a combination of things. Oh well. Failing to complete my intended distance isn't bothering me today; I still got 8 miles done and still rounded out 20 miles for the week (which is my "minimum" mileage I aim for each week). In fact, I'm still pretty tired, and now that Norah is down for her morning nap (and Jerry and Scooter are crashed out too), I think I may join in the family spirit and take a little snooze myself!