I’ve never been great at sleeping, and this week has not been one of my best. Between travel to Boston for the marathon and Chicago for meetings, I just haven’t spent nearly enough time in the horizontal position with my eyes closed. Today, just getting out of bed seemed impossible. I still managed to get up and do an easy 5.5mi run, but I didn’t enjoy it as I usually do. I felt as though the birds were laughing at me instead of chirping. I’m not sure if I should take this as a sign to go home and go back to bed, to drink a 32 oz. Diet Coke over lunch, or to just suck it up and swim as originally planned. There’s always a bit of a fine line between what your body wants and what your body needs. And oddly enough what I crave more than anything is ice cream, not that this has anything to do with anything.
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