After 3 weeks of vacation, you tend to get lazy and lacking of sleep. You are never in your own bed, and you pack your days with visiting and activities. I awoke early this morning for some reason – still tired. Kinda hungry. The previous evening we had visited my aunt’s new condo in Burnaby with my Grandma and Grandpa. All five of us squeezed into the Fit with canes and walkers and headed out.
It was a later evening than usual, and this led to another night without a full night of sleep. When I awoke –urgently needing to go to the washroom – I listened to my husband’s steady breathing. Despite wanting to get Olympic highlights, I refrained from turning on the TV and waking him up.
I needed to leave the room so he could get some of the sleep he needed to. I pondered my options. Too early to see my grandpa, too early to eat. But not too early for running. That’s a bad idea. I don’t want to run. I’m tired. My ass jingles a little bit more after this vacation.
But with a lack of any other choice, I quietly and reluctantly laced my shoes and headed out. I walked for a bit to warm up. Well, actually that is not true – I walked for a bit because I didn’t want to start.
But start I did finally and I ran 3.6 kms this morning. Shorter than usual, but at least I got out there. As I rounded the last corner, my mom was standing outside drinking a coffee and smoking a cigarette. She gave me a wave. Two different approaches to the start of the day.
August 2nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: No stopping for 3.6 km. Yes, NO STOPPING for 3.6 kms!