This upcoming week is a big one for me (and the next one will be even bigger)! I’m excited and nervous, so to combat that, I’ve decided now is the perfect time to really give my house a good deep clean and clean out.
So what better way to start the day then by sleeping in and making breakfast?
Oh right, with your long run. Well that didn’t happen and this did:
I have decided that pears pan-fried with cinnamon paired (ha, no pun intended there, I am unintentionally hilarious though) with scrambled eggs, mozarella, and turkey bacon on whole wheat sandwich thins is an amazing combination.
Then I decided that my closet, master bathroom, and bedroom were getting a good fine tuning. But since I can do nothing without a good list, I made that happen first.
And then I proceeded to empty out 1/2 of my clothes. I’m planning on donating some and taking the rest to a resale shop. My closet, bathroom and bedroom are spotless (minus the pile of clothes hanging out on my bed).
I’m trying really hard to feel bad about skipping my long run today, but I did 6 (unplanned) miles of serious hillwork yesterday, my legs are kind of aching, and I’m currently sipping on a glass of red wine while watching Boston Legal.
That last sentence was false. I actually do feel really bad about skipping my long run and I’m drinking a glass of wine so that I can’t go run it because I know that it would do more harm than good because I have a slight twinge in my shin and I know in my head that it’s not worth chancing it, but the less sane part of me is craving 14 miles of awesomeness.
Think I made the right choice? Injury trumps swallowing my pride, huh?
Tell me ’bout your long runs! I want to live vicariously through you guys this weekend!