So last night before bed, I was thinking about how it would be dumb to get up at 4:00 to run before the kids woke up. Just as I thought that, Jerry had to go and say, "There's no way you'll be able to get up at 4:00 when I wake up!" If Jerry hadn't said that, I would have slept until 7:00, I'm sure of it.
The alarm went off at 4:00 for Jerry to get up for work, and I so badly wanted to go right back to sleep like I usually do, but I was determined to show Jerry that I can too get up at the same time as he does. I crawled out of bed at 4:05, and got my running clothes on.
I wasn't sure how far I was going to run. Usually, Fridays are my long runs, and I like to do 8-13 miles. But the virtual 5K last Friday kind of screwed up my schedule, and I ran 12 on Tuesday this week. So I figured I would just run a little longer than my mid-week runs, and call it a day.
I turned on Breaking Bad--that show just keeps getting better and better!--and started season two. I set the speed and incline, and just left it there for 6 miles, then called it quits.
I took a shower, dressed, and did my hair, then plopped into the recliner. It was only 5:20, so I had gotten up SO early for no reason! I chose 4:00 thinking that I was going to run for much longer. I've been doing an online course (I'll explain more about it later, it's for a review), so I was reading the manual for that, and I kept nodding off. That never happens to me! But I was just really tired.
After I got the kids off to school, I kept reading the manual until it was time to go to lunch at La Pita. I met Renee at Kroger, and then she drove to Dearborn. She gave me my birthday gift in the car--a cute tote by Thirty-One:
Lunch at La Pita was nothing less than amazing, per usual. Also per usual was my meal (are you sick of this picture yet?):
I spent the afternoon trying to get caught up on a bunch of stuff that I'm behind on--e-mail, blog reading, crafts I volunteered to make for people (my brother wants me to knit a beard to wear with a winter hat--that's a fun one!), laundry, getting the virtual 5K prizes ready to mail (I hope to get those shipped tomorrow), stuff like that.
I just took this picture of Paolo--isn't he gorgeous?
Chandler likes to be brushed too (he's too fat to groom himself!) but Paolo gets really mad at Chandler when he comes over to me while I've got the brush out, and starts swatting at him.