I ignored the alarm that went off at 4:20 this morning and went back to bed. Staying in the warm and cozy love-nest, under the down comforter with my hunny and the newborn seemed a lot more appealing then dragging my old rear-end out of bed and running 20 some miles in the cool dark morning.
Man I'm getting old or something. It used to be that I wouldn't postpone my run for anything. Sweetie Pie could be tempting me with a key lime pie in one hand, a cheesecake in the other and wearing the latest Victoria Secrets tramp-wear and I'd still go out and run for 3 hours in an ice-storm.
Heck in the old days I'd even run if the streets had a million-man march going on one side and a NOW march on the other....sigh....the good old days. Now I sleep in and run at lunch time when the weather is pleasant. At least I think I do. I'll let you know later today if my sorry tookus got out there or not. As Mick and the Stones sang "what a drag it is getting old"
1 comment:
Sounds to me like you're getting older and WISER!! Snugly warm bed or cold run, you picked the right thing!
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