Running Report

In case you're wondering, yes, I am still running and it's going quite well, thank you. I may not be a world-class sprinter but you know what I have gotten exceptionally good at? Spitting.

I have my second cold in as many weeks and I just couldn't haul my sick ass out of bed at 5:30 this morning to run NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT IT WAS STILL DARK OUT. But it turns out there's a flip side to DST because then I came home this evening and duh, it was still light out. So I thought, "Huh. Maybe I'll give this running-in-the-evening thing a try." It was like 60 degrees out and the boys were off to basketball so I figured I might as well. Keep me on my Mon-Wed-Sat schedule anyway.

I thought I would be more tired at the end of the day but I think I probably had more energy. Slightly more. Just a smidgen. Although running this time of day means that people I know in the neighborhood are more likely to see me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Since I'm pretty sure I look like a big flailing dork when I run.

And then I drank a gatorade and called it dinner. The end.