The day the lazy got the better of me

For the first time in the past 4 months, I let lazy get the better of me and I didn’t go running this morning. I don’t know what the deal was, I just couldn’t bear the thought of getting out of the bed when 4:30am rolled around. I blame it on the week off and the end of vacation beers I had yesterday afternoon. It’s not like I was hung over or anything, I just really didn’t want to get the day started. I think I saw every hour on the clock last night and I kept thinking about all the crap that’s probably piled up at work waiting on me and just didn’t want to have to acknowledge it.

Terrible. It’s not the end of the world, but now I have to come up with a good strategy for getting my miles in this week, since after all, I guess that’s what really matters. I’m not sure if it’s better to just call today a wash, and run Wed-Sun, or try to run in the afternoon heat and suck it up in the morning, running twice within 12 hours but getting Friday off. Decisions decisions. Grrr, why’d I have to be so damn lazy this morning? So much for Saturday’s 4 miler being a seminal moment.