Perhaps Caffeine Would Help?

I am exhausted--for no reason. I got my 8 hours last night. But it's all I can do to stay upright and not fall face first into the tomato soup in front of me. I have the ability to sleep anywhere, anytime. Give me a pillow and stick me in the middle of a busy highway and if I'm tired enough, I'll doze off. Helpful on plane rides, not so much when I'm trying to coax myself into staying awake and working on an article draft due tomorrow.

When I got up this morning, I did 30 minutes of yoga. My yoga instructor is on holiday in Florida for 2 weeks and I've been remiss in keeping up my practice. I did a forward bend today and kind of waved my hands in the direction of the floor--not good. I'm desperate for her to come back and limber me up from all these long runs. 

Speaking of which, I was kind of hoping this week would be a fallback week in terms of mileage. It is, from the standpoint that we're only running 18 miles on Sunday instead of 19 or 20. You either have to laugh or cry.

I might be tired due to my crappy diet. Blair is working late all this week (and worked late all last week) and the upshot is I'm not into preparing a big meal if I'm the only one around to eat it. So for dinner last night I had... a beer and microwave popcorn. And that's after the mid-afternoon ice-cream (Skinny Cow) sandwich and bowl of cereal for lunch. If I keel over on tonight's run, I have no one to blame but myself. Hence the tomato soup for lunch... I'm trying to make amends.

I'm going to attempt to pound out a solid hour (whew!) of work before my haircut this afternoon. And drink gallons of water to flush the beer, butter, and salt out of my system. Party on! =)