I stayed up late last night to watch Project Runway. The drama of having two already dismissed designers come back for a win-or-leave challenge was intriguing but the assignment was not so special nor were the resulting designs. Nevertheless, I was hooked to watch it until the end.
So at 11 pm I closed my eyes and they opened next at 6 am. Seven hours is usually enough but I woke up in a state that said "rundown" and "stay in bed." I pondered that briefly, considering quite vaguely what I thought was my schedule for the day. I could not remember exactly but did know the weather forecast was wet.
I got up, put on my shorts and clown shoes (the Asic Evolution stability shoes) and went towards the door. I had a glass of water on the way out. No breakfast. I paced along nicely at about 9:00 miles wondering all along whether I could still run on an empty stomach. Did you ever have a spell when you thought you ran best on an empty stomach in the morning? I did for the first year or two of running (starting in 1999). I think I have damn well gotten over that foolishness.
Anyway, at mile 3 of 5 I just ran out of gas. I debated whether it was the tiredness, clown shoes or lack of food. I decided it was all three and that I did not need to die today, so started walking. How could I pound out 18 miles one day and be so pooped four days later and not finish a 5-miler?
So the day was a drag all the way through. When the COO was heading for the door at 5:55 and said, "Time to go home," as he usually does, I finally agreed with him.
At home I mowed half the lawn and then it rained. That's all she wrote for Thursday. Oh, I did watch Katie Couric for the first time. Not bad. I still prefer NBC of the big 3.