“Set the alarm for another 30 minutes and then I’ll get up and run,” I said to Brian as he was getting ready to leave for the morning.
“No, I’m setting it for 7:30. You need to sleep,” he said.
“No I need to run. The Tour de Pain is coming up and I’m out of shape,” I said with a yawn.
“And you fell asleep at 8:30 last night. You need to sleep,” Brian said. I grumbled out a ‘fine’ but the truth is, I was asleep before I even heard the front door close indicating him leaving our condo.
I hate admitting defeat, especially when it’s something that is out of my control. Yesterday I started my two-a-days much to the concern of Dreamboat.
“Take it easy. You don’t want to injure yourself trying to do this,” he had told me. I brushed him off and said I knew what I was doing. I did 5 mile bridges in the morning with Kat (which were not my best) and I did an easy 3 in the evening. I felt good, tired, but good. Truth is – I also felt lousy because I knew that I was starting to get sick. It was like 90 something degrees outside, and I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, flannel pj pants, chenille socks and covered myself with a quilt made by Brian’s friend out in Seattle, which was really really warm. (maybe THAT was why I fell asleep at 8:30?)
I finally made it into my bed at 9:30pm, only a half hour earlier than my usual bed time, and I know I said something to Brian when he got into bed but I don’t remember much about it. And then it was this morning.
I missed my run. Part of me is really annoyed. I need miles, and I need to run. But at the same time, I’m so glad I slept more instead. I still feel tired and semi-crappy, but at least the extra sleep helped. I might just skip today all together and move my rest day from Friday to today.
Thank goodness I have Dreamboat to take care of me. I clearly don’t know when to stop.