My body ached this morning.

Between the too fast run on Saturday and the hours spent working in the yard, I could barely get out of bed this morning.

My neck was tight.

My arms felt too long.

My left calf was (and still is) twitching.

My head was pounding from too much sun yesterday.

The last thing that my body wanted to do was run.

Unfortunately, I made a promise during the 7th piece of linguica on Sunday afternoon – “If I eat this, I promise to run at least 10 miles on Monday.”

Stupid promises …

So with that bit of self-induced guilt, I crawled/slid out of bed @ 5am,  used the wall for leverage down the stairs, shook out two Advil and pored myself a huge cup of coffee.

The next 30 minutes were spent sucking down coffee, rubbing the kinks out of my neck and trying to remind myself of all the reasons that I enjoyed running.

The run itself was fine – not good or bad.

I think I ended up covering 6 miles instead of the self-promised 10.  As far as I was concerned, the fact that I was actually running and not still in bed was good enough.

Now I’m sitting in the office, waiting for a co-worker to get me a software spec on some Do Not Call list integration that I need to incorporate into our internal application … the more I think about it, I’ll need the coffee and advil a lot more to get me through the rest of the day.