I must be stressing recently, because I've had all sorts of crazy dreams. Yesterday, for example, I dreamed that I was late for work, forgot this, that, and the other thing, had to go back home, only to realize I forgot something else. Horrible, right? It went on all night, and I just could not bring myself to get out of bed at 4am.
Today, this morning, I dreamed again. This time, every time I would finish a phone call at work, the phone would ring again. And again, and again. The last call I answered was for a job that I had applied for (apparently), and they called to offer me the job. What was the job? That's the great part: sandwich delivery specialist.
What? Yeah, I have no idea where that came from. I have never been, and I've never applied to be, a sandwich delivery person. Very strange.
So when my alarm rang at 4am this morning, I was ready to go. Run, or become a sandwich deliverer? I'll run, thanks. It started off slow, because I decided to change some settings on my garmin. Then I had to turn around because I forgot my bottle of nuun. Then I was really on my way. Finally.
It went great for about a mile, mile and a half. Then my achilles started, so I stopped to stretch a bit, take a drink, and started again. At this point I was only about two miles in, and very determined to keep going. Not long after I started again, got back up to speed, the pain shot up to the back of my knee. That was it, my body told me that today was not the day to push it.
I went only about 2.3 miles, but I would rather avoid injury, and at least I got out there. I didnt go as far as I wanted to go, but I tried.
Until tomorrow, pavement. I've got big plans for kickin' your bootie tomorrow!