5 hour nap > 6 mile run

My affinity for naps often disrupts my plans. Maybe it's my body's way of laughing at me when I make plans, but whatever the reason, it does. Today I had a FULL afternoon of homework on the agenda. Also, I had a really good run planned. But alas, my nap stretched five hours, and as I freak out running in the dark, I my hopes of running were dashed.

I have recently recovered my love for running...very recently. But it's back. I love being outside, and there's something about sweating, really sweating, that makes you feel so good about life.

I ran all the time when I was younger. I loved to run with my mom, and it felt good to race my dad and kick his butt up the last hill to our house. But I plateaued, and as I tend to only enjoy the things at which I excel (which, yes, I realize is a problem for me), my running quickly petered out.

Now with a marathon coming up in October, I have little choice but to once again dive into running. I'm a goal-setter. It's what I do. Little checklists mean, well, little, but a big, long-term goal really does excite me. This marathon is the definition of a big goal. And I didn't realize it until I already signed up. There was no, "I'm going to start running again" or "maybe a 10k would be cool." I jumped straight to marathoning. Hmm. But I think it's good for me. I need to be committed to something, and I think it's made me way more able to love this running thing again than a simple three-mile-a-day jog would do.

But commitment means I need to cease sleeping through an entire afternoon on the day I was supposed to man up and take a long run...we'll see how I do tomorrow..