Last night I almost took a nap. I was on the brink of collapse at around 7 pm. It was lights out. My eyes were closing, I felt drained of all energy, I was done for.
And then I got off the couch and put on my clothes to go to the gym. I woke up immediately. Now, usually I give into the nap. I’m a big fan of sleeping and a quick 20 minute power nap never hurt anyone. Of course, that 20 minute power nap typically results in not being able to sleep until 2 am and thus a groggy morning. A vicious cycle, but one I have become accustom to.
Last evening I decided upon breaking said cycle and I decided to be more productive.
Off to the gym I went.
I’m exactly two months away from my marathon and I’m in rough shape. I can go outside on any given day and run 15 miles, but the toll it would take on my body wouldn’t be pretty. That said 26.2 miles sounds a tad daunting at this point given that my knee began to hurt after only 1.5 miles last night. However, instead of running through the pain I decided to stop. I’m still in the course of taking an oral cortisone treatment so I’ll wait another few days before I start out on longer runs.
Either way, I went to the gym instead of napping and that is a win.
I got home and before I could make (reheat) my dinner I had to do a sink full of dishes. Ones that may have been sitting there for a long time. It was pleasant……
Upon the completion of the dishes I proceeded to eat week old pasta (ok, maybe a little more than a week), but there was no mold and I cooked it so I figure that would make it “safe” to eat. I threw some feta cheese on there and I was in flavor country.
Sidenote: I eat a lot of cheese. Seriously, I put cheese and olive oil and about 75% of the things I ingest.
I sat down to enjoy my meal and did something unusual. I did not turn on the TV. In fact, I did not turn on the TV all night. Not for SportsCenter. Not for Late Night.
Productivity followed. I researched writing contests that I would like to enter. I made a list of topics I would like to write my next stories about. I did some brainstorming around one of the stories.
I thought. I moved forward with some ideas I had. I did something I enjoy.
By midnight I was beat. I went to bed. I read. I fell asleep.
Now, why in the hell I woke up at 3:30 am for no good reason is beyond me. But I woke up, thought about writing a story about a guy who loves his business cards and fell back asleep.
Ok, now maybe I’m thinking TOO much.