FAIL: I haven't run since Monday night, and that was just a mile. One. One mile. Pahhh-thetic. Even though I've set my alarm for 5:00 or earlier every morning this week, I have FAILed to get my jiggly butt out of bed until somewhere between 5:30 and 5:45. And I leave the house between 6:00 and 6:15. Pahhh-thetic.
So tomorrow is "Thanksgiving" at work, meaning there will be tons of junk food (including the two Costco pumpkin pies I'm bringing), turkey (helloooo, nap-time!), ham, casseroles, all sorts of tempting stuff. All. Day. Long. My plan of attack? A preemptive strike. Start the morning with an around-the-neighborhood two-and-a-half mile loop. My crazy idea that I hope will motivate me tomorrow? Sleep in my running clothes. Might be just crazy enough to work. Plus, I have to shower tomorrow before work anyway. Plus, I'm going to set my cell phone alarm (my secondary), and put my phone on the bathroom counter.
And thus, I have lured myself out of bed at 4:45 a.m., an hour that any other normal human being would sleep through.