Today I had three miles on the books. Woke up to lots of rain, instantly wasn't feeling it. I had about 4.5 hours of sleep from night shift and was looking for all the excuses in the world to not run. I ended up sitting in my running clothes, sipping on my coffee, telling myself I didn't have time to run because the ladies would be home any second.
I don't know if you know this but, I'm kind of a big deal.
After I ran, I promptly fell on the floor at my gram's and the dog tried to revive me in all my schweaty glory.
I know I sound pretty silly being so jazzed and excited about 10+ min miles but ya know, I worked pretty darn hard to get to this point and by gosh by golly I'm proud of myself. I can't wait to spank my half marathon time in June!
All right, enough fun, off to work some night shift action