My 5:30am discussion with myself.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
My alarm went off this morning and it took me about three swipes of the snooze button to finally wake up. I had been up later then I intended last night and I really needed to sleep this morning. Plus itís been such a long, hard week already, I really need to get some rest. My eyes just refused to open, Iím so exhausted. Not to mention the last few mornings Iíve woken with an allergy headache and this morning was no exception.
Tomorrow, is my rest day so I figured Iíd just switch out the days; today Iíll rest and tomorrow Iíll run. Also if I really want to run today I can always do it after work. And since Iíve been laying here thinking about this itís gotten late so I didnít think I can fit in a full run, shower, get dressed, etc without being late for work.
And itís so cold this morning, putting on all those layers, this early in the morning is such a pain!
Then I realized itís my birthday! On my birthday I should be able to do what I want, right (with the exception of ditching work, committing crimes, and flying like Superman). But I should be allowed to at least stay in my nice warm, snuggly bed on my birthday! I should be pampered on my birthday, not running in the cold and dark.
Thatís when my cat realized I was semi conscious and jumped up next to me, meowing and purring to be petted. And I just couldnít leave the little guy hanging. He needs reassurance that I love him. So I gave him some good scratches and petted him.
Now itís even later. So I really just canít run today. Itís settled, Iíll sleep in, stay in my nice warm bed, and pet my kitty cat; Happy Birthday to Me!
And then I did exactly what I knew I was going to do from the moment I woke up, I threw back the covers and pulled on my running shoes. Happy Frigginí Birthday to Me. (Of course, 3 minutes into my run I was singing along to Fun, but Iím still going to be grouchy about it Ďcasue itís my birthday and I can.)