I have been having a really hard time falling asleep lately. Ever since maybe the last week of December, since everyone left my parents' house that day. But Sunday nights arre particularly bad, since I get used to staying up later on the weekends.
I was scheduled to run three miles on Tuesday morning, but once again, I couldn't fall asleep the night before, and by the time 4:15 rolled around, I just could not do it. It wasn't going to happen.
I felt kinda defeated, but when I came home after work that day, my hubby asked if I was ready to go.
Go...? Wow. Go! Yes, let's go! I couldn't believe he wanted to run again. And after a long day of work? Surely I must be dreaming!
My run was great! I ran my three, and he ran what he estimated was somewhere between one and one and a half. Very awesome.