Today: A day late, a mile and a half short.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]3.1 plus 9.4 does not equal 14.  Even I know that.

I woke up Saturday feeling the effects of all of those sprints, lunges and squats at Fighter Conditioning and decided to delay my long run by one day.  I planned to crank out 11 miles after this morning’s Whole Foods 5k, but as I neared the 9 mile mark, I knew it not going to happen.  I made a quick detour, reaching for the stash of ones I keep in my Camelbak as I entered the sketchy convenience store near our condo, and asked if they sold ice.  They do.  They also sell travel-sized toothpaste alongside single cigars.  Makes sense.  Sort of.

Some dude, seated by the Keno machine, gave me ‘tude as I hobbled my way past his folding chair to the makeshift ice chest.  I thought about talking back, but I was fresh out of Gu and really didn’t have the energy.  Instead, I lingered a bit longer than necessary so that the smell of two hours of sweat could ruin his day.  Just kidding.  Or, am I?

One ice bath, two bananas, a three hour nap and four layers of lasagna later, I feel (mostly) human again.  For a split second, I was tempted to hop on the treadmill and finish that last mile and a half, but I decided to get a life instead.  And by get a life, I mean continue to lay on the sofa making injured cat noises.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Make-ahead breakfast ideas
• Watching polar bears and spy cams on 60 Minutes 🙂
• Getting ready for the week ahead!