Saturday meant sleeping in. Of course that was before kids where "sleeping in" now means maybe sleeping until 7:00 or 7:30ish. So, why is it that even when I can sleep in, I choose not to?
On Thursday evening, we went for a walk to the lighthouse. Ian wanted me to "race" him on the breakwall. I wasn't wearing my good shoes and I ended up tweaking my glut/hammy a bit so when the alarm rang on Friday, I just wasn't feeling up to my morning run (and, admittedly, I was way too comfortable underneath my covers). I ended up walking with the kids to the park yesterday which was a couple of miles round trip, so I did at least get some exercise. Still, I have to admit I felt "guilty" sleeping through that morning run.
Since we rented a movie last night, I told Rich I would take it back today. Yep, I got up at 6:30 and decisively chose to run it back - literally. Not only did it erase my guilt from yesterday, it was a wonderfully mind-clearing run. Now, if only I could convince myself that I can still sleep in and do the same!