I'm so very tired. I haven't been sleeping well. It takes me anywhere from 1-2 hours to fall asleep and then the sleep is broken and disjointed. Even last night when I was so exhausted that I turned the light out at 9:30, I couldn't sleep. I eneded getting up at 10:30 for 40 minutes before tossing and turning and finally drifting off around midnight.
Right now, I'm sitting in Panera (where else) killing time before I meet a friend and we carpool to our writer's group meeting in Hillsborough which is almost an hour away (almost 2 hours from my house). It's taking every ounce of my control to not just get in my car and drive home. I'm tired and I went bed and a sweatshirt and a good book.
I'm eternally grateful that I have not ONE appointment scheduled for tomorrow. Still lots of work to do, but it's just me, the cats, and my computer. I'm not even leaving the house to check the mailbox.
Oh, until tomorrow night that is. Blair and I and our neighbors are going for dinner and a lecture with a man who ran across the Sahara Desert.
Check this out... Kay and I ran last night with Dave, who does extreme running which is trail runs over 50 miles. He said Kay and I should do these runs and we both went, "Ha. Yeah. Right." But internally I thought, hmmmm.... I probably have about the right amount of ego needed for such a run. Marathon first, of course. If that goes well, I'll try to do a couple of marathons and different races next year. But the year after that...maybe...maybe....
Really, I just want the t-shirt. It's why all runners run. We just want the clothing. But if I earn a t-shirt that says I ran 50 miles, you can bet I'll wear it until it's little more than thread and holes strung together.
Dena Harris: Extreme Runner. That would be sooooo cool... =)