By all accounts, this weekend was a bust. Thanks to a crazy work week, I only had two days off, which were totally relinquished to sleep. This happens from time to time, especially when I work an extra shift. After staying up four nights in a row, despite sleeping well during the day, my body revolts and refuses to get out of bed. It doesn't matter how many alarms I set, or great plans I've made; I'm overcome by the uncontrollable urge to slumber. So this is exactly what I did. All weekend. What a waste!
What galls me most about my 48-hour sleep-fest is that the weather was absolutely gorgeous this weekend. I meant to take advantage. I really did. I had plans. I had notions of soaking up the rays on the beach, riding my cruiser on the bike path, and grabbing drinks with the girls on a sunny patio. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? I was too busy sleeping. Ugh!
The only redeeming aspect of this entire weekend is that I woke up just long enough to squeeze in a 20-mile training run. Even better, it felt surprisingly good. (It better, with all of that sleep I got!) I had spectacular ocean views and a stellar iPod playlist to keep my mind occupied. My feet didn't hurt. My legs were tired, but they held up nicely. Don't get me wrong, I was exhausted by the end of the run, but I finished feeling strong and accomplished. It's seven weeks and counting until the Big Sur International Marathon, and I'm feeling confident. So, I guess this weekend wasn't a total bust, after all.
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