::Middle of the Week Happy Dance::

I’ve complained to you guys in the past about sometimes having a hard time falling asleep, and yesterday I mentioned that it’s becoming even trickier with the lights not going out until well past 11pm.  Well that threw off my sleeping pattern, so Tuesday morning I slept in until 5:45 to catch up on some lost Zs.  After school, I went straight from the car and into my workout clothes and ran 4 miles on the treadmill with a time of 30:37.

Splits are getting more evened out as well:

Pretty pleased with the whole deal.  Afterwards I did a lower-body workout that comprised of 4 sets of 25 weighted squats, 25 backward lunges, 25 side lunges, and one-minute wall sits.  By the end of the last rough, my legs were a shakin!

I treated my evening efforts with a veggie burger, edamame in soy sauce, and 10  handfuls one handful of M&Ms.

This morning, I was just rounding the corner of a quarter mile of running when I stopped and really paid attention to my legs.  Were they sore?  No.  Did they hurt? Nope.  They were just tired.  Now if I hadn’t run the night before and done my lower body workout, I would have told my legs to pull up their panties and get over themselves.  But I didn’t; I was empathetic to their weariness and with a pat on the dash of my treadmill, I ended my quick run and changed back into my comfy t-shirt and shorts.

I didn’t feel one iota of guilt as I sat back down in front of my laptop.  I knew that it was what my body needed.  And then a thought popped into my head like one of the cartoon bubbles I’m always adding to pictures: what if you are becoming an evening runner?

Hold on Judgy McJudgerton!  I don’t know if I’m ready to become a full-on evening runner for the rest of my days, but maybe the rest of them that I spend on St. Paul Island???  Here’s the thing that I like about running at night: it clears my mind AND takes away that time where I would be scavenging for trails of carbs and caramelized fats.  I don’t know that I particularly care for doing my weight workouts at night because I do them after I run, and by 5:30/6:00 I am really too drained to push myself to do all the necessary sets.  So I could indeed do my runs at night, my weights in the morning and DOUBLE my pleasure and fun.

Mind you as soon as I get back to Michigan, the whole damn baby will be thrown out with the bathwater.

Not literally a baby, and certainly not this one:

I got word not that long ago that my SCHWEEEEEETIE PIE niece, my sister, and brother-in-law are going to be coming for a visit in Michigan.

Oh and it’s right around the time that I am going to be running in the Dexter-Ann Arbor Half Marathon!  It just so happens that my BIL Sha is also a runner and has signed up to run with me.  I say “run with me,” but I am fully prepared to eat his dust.