I had a great weight workout late yesterday afternoon.

I went to failure on almost every set.

Needless to say, I was very happy with myself.

Unfortunately, employing that much intensity that late in the day can wreak havoc on the nervous system.

Long story short..I hardly slept.

Note to self: Gotta go back to training earlier in the day.

So when it comes time for my run in the wee hours, I got nothin’.

That run sets the tone for my entire day and I don’t want to deprive myself.

So I reach for my sneakers.

My dog picks up my grumbling, whimpering, self dialogue and joins in.

Believe me, I welcome the sympathy.

It is then when I think about those tortuous, hideously cruel dark mornings in basic training.

Well, If that didn’t kill me…

Then my inner weenie chimes in to remind me that I’m almost eighty years old and the street sweepers may have to recover my body when the sun comes up.

Regardless, I have to win this battle or else I could lose the one that will inevitably be here tomorrow.

So I stagger to the kitchen, grab my water bottle and I’m off.

To the victor go the spoils. 🙂