Whoa. A full 9 hours of sleep? Glorious. I can’t tell you the last time that happened.
I was out by 9:30 last night and didn’t budge until my alarm went off at 6:30 this morning. After going non-stop for the last couple of weeks, my body needed that.
A great discussion that came up at one of the dinners over the weekend was how many hours of sleep we all need to function. Some people said 8 hours, while one girl said 10. Lately I’ve been aiming for 6 or 7. When I lived by myself, I aimed a little higher, but – since I moved in with Derek over a year ago – it seems to be less and less. The night time is the only time we really get to see each other during the day and sacrificing a little sleep so I can spend more time with him is worth it. However, there are those nights when sleep just becomes a priority.
How many hours of sleep do you aim for at night?
I woke up fully refreshed and ready to tackle my training run for the day.
My body felt refreshed, but my legs were tired. The 5 miles were ok, but the pace didn’t come as effortlessly as it has in the past (I was aiming more for 8:20 instead of 8:45). I’ve been slacking on speed training since St. Pete and I could feel it. I’m running Gasparilla this weekend with a goal of pacing my sister to a sub 1:50 finish – a goal that I am beginning to doubt myself capable of.
I plan to skip tomorrow’s NOLFW workout to give my legs a bit of a breather before race day. They were still a tad sore from yesterday’s workout and I just want to make sure they are as fresh as possible before Sunday. We’ll see.
My fridge is currently full of fresh fruit, so breakfast was full of it too.
A big bowl of orange segments, strawberries, and 1/2 an apple covered with a thinned mix of PB2, Kashi Go Lean Crunch, and walnuts.
The big bowl of fruit was so refreshing after my run. Yum.
Poor Scooby isn’t feeling too hot today.
He had a rough night, followed by a rough morning.
Scooby was originally going to stay with us through the weekend, but my dad is coming over a few days early to pick him up. We think he has a kidney infection and needs to see his vet. The poor guy’s hips are aggravating him more than normal, he’s refusing to eat, and he’s drinking water at an alarming rate. I know that Scooby is getting a little older, but it’s really rough to see him in this state. I hope the vet will work his magic to make him feel better. Until then, please keep Scooby in your thoughts.
I’m going to give Scooby some extra love and attention before he heads back home.