The day after

I’m not sore.

I’m not particularly tired.

The baby slept most of the night last night (only 3 feedings, 10PM, 12AM, 4AM).  Sure beats Monday night’s schedule (10PM, 12AM, 3AM, 7AM).  I was pretty wiped out yesterday.

I feel refreshed.

I feel pretty good.

I still hate running.  I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.

In fact, if you release the hounds I’m not going to even flinch. 

I hate running that much. 

Just let them catch me.  I don’t care.  I’ll even put some ham in my pockets.

 

If my time improves at all tomorrow and other circumstances cooperate then the odds are pretty good I’ll be in the Great Wooded North on Saturday.