Here I sit with coffee in hand.
Looking out the backdoor as the sun comes on the land.
Should be running, should be sweating.
God knows the miles that I should be getting.
Instead I'm here, in my pajamas, Head stuffed up and nose all runny.
Wondering how to write something funny to explain why I am such a wimp.
Bed so warm, air so cold.
Couldn't get my lazy butt out of the folds.
So I didn't run this morning. Blahh! I won't say I'm stick because that will get me in trouble with those who truly are sick but I am not feeling like my normal self. Today would have been 14 miles on the north part of the OKC marathon course. I didn't want to miss it but when I'm not feeling it, I'm just not feeling it. Next week is the 20 miler on the course so I want to be ready for that. That stupid countdown clock to the left is still moving. Reminding me that I only have a few days of training left until the marathon. Maybe I'll turn the computer off so I don't have to see it.
The coffee is great and my house is still warm. Next to running, this is a pretty good way to spend a Sunday morning.
Do you guys suffer from bad typing habits? I do. There are some words that I always type the same way and cannot seem to break the habit. OK here's one that is fitting and very funny (at least for me). I always type "marathon" as "marathong"!! Every time you see that word on my blog know that I had to go back and delete the "g" from every instance. Possibly a Freudian slip? Now you know where my mind is!!!
Thanks for listening