5,000 thoughts

5,000 thoughts.

That’s the average amount of thoughts running around in our brains on any given day of the week.

I’d hazard a guess that I knock most of those thoughts out during my early-AM rundate’s with Scott. Today was different though. I woke up at 5am and realized two things: whoa, am I sore and damn, am I exhausted. I quickly made the decision to skip the run in favor of an unplanned rest day. I knew it was the right decision when I woke up 90 mins later feeling more refreshed and rested.

But.

I really missed that run this morning. I needed it, mentally. Lots of thoughts going on up in that brain of mine, 5,000 of which I probably would’ve mulled over on our run. If we had gone. Yet, physically, I needed the break – especially given tomorrow’s barre n9ne three-peat finale and Friday’s 9-miler planned.

So – I’m battling my brain today, far too many thoughts to keep up with.

A sampling…

Seriously? Did I really see the same exact car with the same exact dude who I was stuck behind last night (ultimately making me late to barre n9ne!) again on my commute back to work this morning?? Something is severely wrong with that.

Man do I hurt. My abs. My shoulders. My back. My glutes.

How come I can’t be like Peter from Office Space and just stop paying bills. Stop going to work. Enjoy the good life without giving a rat’s a$$ about responsibility, obligations, life’s “have to do” versus “want to do” lists?

Sigh. I’m worn out. Mentally. Doing lots of giving, lots of peacekeeping, and it’s a lot to keep up with. I’m a giver. It’s what I do. But even a giver needs a break…

Is the barre n9ne challenge really over tomorrow?? *sniffle*

Whoa – tomorrow marks one month mark before the YuKanRun half marathon. And I’m hearing that it might be a hillier course than I expected. Must drive the route soon. Really soon.

On that note, I’m oddly excited for Friday’s long run. This training cycle has been surprisingly good to me. Hm, I better not have just jinxed myself…

I could really go for a bowl of ice cream. Or a slice of pizza. Or a glass of wine. Or all three. Hungry horrors alert. Must go fill my water bottle up…

The moral of this story? Running keeps those 5,000 thoughts flowing. It’s also my mental mecca. And I miss it today, oh man do I miss it… <sits and thinks hmm…perhaps I can run tonight, solo. Bad idea?>

5,000 thoughts…and counting.