six am on a sunday

I went to bed last night at 10:30pm. I was asleep before 11pm. That never ever happens to me. Usually it takes an hour or three of tossing and turning before I’m actually out for the night. The main reason I drove home yesterday from 2:30-6am was to set my hours straight and it actually worked much better than I hoped. Friday was awesome, as I previously mentioned, and yesterday the Leafs even managed to beat the Panthers just in time so I could watch a sick setup by the Blackhawks’ incredibly hot Sharp beat the Senators in OT. I’m not sure which I enjoyed more :)

Man, Chicago is gonna have a great team in a few years with all the young kids they’ve got. Anyway, so I slept like a rock at the proper time for two nights in a row. Consequently, I got up this morning at 6am. I refused to get out of bed at that hour so I merely rested for an hour before giving up to go try and be productive (aka: playing with the new tablet). Now that my knee is rested and good to go I’m supposed to run 14-16k today. Seeing as I took my dogs out a 8am in the pouring rain for just a few minutes and I came back sniffling and sneezing and drenched to the bone, I’m not sure if that’s going to happen. Kyra is supposed to come over after lunch so we can attempt to bake some gingerbread but that gives me many hours to kill beforehand.

Let’s see. I can run and get sick or read my next semester textbooks or wake up my brother and play Wii games or who knows what else. Actually, the first thing I should do is get my iriver ready to run just in case I find a lull in this storm so I can at least get a quick 5k in. This is important since my first actual race is a 5k on December 31st.