So, for the most part, yesterday was very good.
I didn't do very much, but I had a good time not doing it. At the end of the night, though, I got some very tough news. Since my wife is out of town, I met up with her brother in order to have someone to spend time with. He decided to hang out, and at around 5:30am, he fell asleep. I was still awake.
So I went running.
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I thought this was the best of all possible ideas, but I did. I knew that I had to get in my miles, and I did not want to go to bed at that hour and then have to get up and run thereafter. I threw on my running clothes and headed out the door.
Though I didn't quite make the full 12 miles that I was scheduled to do, I felt this run had a lot of merit. First, I made it all the way out to my scheduled turnaround point. The weather was a little cooler, so I wasn't laboring against the heat quite as much as I normally do these days. Especially given my state of mind, the fact that I was able to push myself for that kind of distance at all was a victory. And, I got three high-fives.
For some reason, given the hour, I decided to share a moment of victory with anyone else who was out moving around on their own power. This got me three high-fives, one fist pump, and one peace sign. If you ask me, that's a pretty good way to start a Sunday morning.
Or to end a Saturday night.
Clear, Cool-ish (didn't check temp)
1 Hour, 28 Minutes, 1 Second