Monday...

I feel bad for not blogging last night after my run.  I was dealing with certain household emergencies that involved my kitties, the lack of their using their litter box, Murphy’s Oil Soap, and some elbow grease.  Afterwards, the rest of the night was rather chill.  Except that I’ve been having a hard time sleeping lately.

3 out of the last 4 nights I have been unable to fall asleep until well after 3 in the am.  I’m not quite sure why.  My body is tired enough, I just can’t seem to shut my brain down.  Last night I wondered if it was my later in the evening exercise routine.  I know some people struggle with this, but it has never bothered me in the past and often I used to run as late as 10 in the pm.  It’s been a few years since I’ve been on such a regular exercise routine so it is indeed possible my body has changed.  I can’t really equate it to me eating a lot of sugar or having any caffeine right before bed either…I do go through this from time to time,  so  I’m not really worried about it.  It’s just more of an annoyance.

But my run last night felt great.  I was worried about, too.  I took three days off between runs, not intentionally, but at the same time I wasn’t really trying to push myself to get out there.  Turns out, the break really helped me.  I had a really strong first mile, followed by a normal second.  But, that feeling on that first mile was great!  It reminded me of why I love to run and the more I run the longer I’ll be able to keep that feeling before getting tired and having to slow down.  Progress is wonderful!

This morning I had every intention of getting up, and going to the gym…sadly not falling asleep until almost 4 in the am had me waking up at 10:15…grumble…BUT, I did work out!  I had to go to Ms. Awesome’s  place to tend to her wonderful kitties, so I walked.  It was a beautiful morning, not hot, not cold, with an amazing breeze…on the way back I worked on doing sprints.  I would run a block or so at a good pace, and then walk until I got my breath back…rinse and repeat until I got home.  I was very happy with myself.

So yeah…I’m at work now…munching on some Cheerio’s, gazing longingly at the grapefruit sitting on my desk…nom.

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