I woke up too darn early this morning. I am usually an early bird and for the last few months have been getting in the habit of Saturday and Sunday runs. I had decided to NOT run and instead wake up slightly later and work on stuff at home. My body decided for me it was long run day even though I had planned a lot of other things other than a long run to do that day: organize the kitchen drawers, put away some clothes, do some cleaning, make some food for the week and other minor but important tasks to keep my home running smoothly.
Then I decided to take a run. It turned out to be a long one and it was nice. I listened to a couple of episodes of Welcome to Night Vale, a really interesting podcast my friend introduced me to, and also part of an episode of Trail Runner Nation. I had a bit of a longer route picked out but then when I got back to country club said "Eh. That's far enough." and went home.
Now here is the thing. I ran for about 2 1/2 hours. When I got home I was tired from (A) getting up way too early and (B) running so much that my naptime got out of hand. When I woke up it was 2:30pm. My day had slipped away and so had my motivation to do anything else. So now I sit writing and watching things on Netflix. My kitchen drawers remain unsorted, my clothes are still out waiting to be put away, my house is still needing a bit of cleaning done and I have no pre-made meals for the week.
But it's okay right? At least I ran today.
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