The running schedule was to do a 25-minute run yesterday, which was supposed to be at half-marathon pace. But yesterday I was really not feeling it. Not quite sure why, except that I generally get off of my sleep schedule on the weekends.
I lie. I have no sleep schedule.
Anyway, then Monday comes and I have to be up at 6:30am and that generally does not go well. I know, there are easier solutions to this problem (like adapting to get up every morning at 6:30am). But I've been staying up late working, so I feel like at least I'm not staying up watching reruns of 'News Radio' or something, so it isn't so bad (that being said, I am maybe staying up past my bedtime to read Stephen King's Dark Tower but dammit, I need to finish this thing. I'm on Book 7 of 7. Also, if I'm too tired, I will fall asleep while reading, so problem solved). I need to find a way to get more done in the day. Anyway.
Mondays. Yeah, not my favorite. But in hindsight, I really wish that I had gone. Yesterday, we still had the awesome cold front in place. Today, not so much. It was humid during the 25-minute run. Not 'Oh God someone kill me' summer humid, but humid nonetheless, like over 80% easily. I'll bet that it would have been more fun to go yesterday when the humidity was probably more in the 50% or less range.
Ah well. The point is that I went. And it wasn't completely terrible. It's weird to me that I still feel guilty about changing my workout plans, even when they do actually get done. Any cures for this? Or maybe it is a good thing that keeps me going? No idea.
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