the curse of the rest day

Yesterday was my first day off from running, that was not a work day, in over a month.  I have been looking forward to it all week long.  It was good while it lasted, but it had some very unintended consequences. 

I had a hard time getting up in the morning (as I always do), but rather than dragging myself out of bed to eat breakfast before my run, I dragged myself out of bed to eat breakfast and lounge around and read.

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After I had coffee with my dad, I finished up our menu for the week.

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Then, I made a batch of these delicious cookies.  

Instead of taking my usual afternoon nap, I watched a couple of episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix and then got to work on dinner - chicken fajitas and Spanish Rice.  I attempted to make gluten-free flour tortillas since...but they are going to need some work. 

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John made it home by about 5:30, we ate dinner, and then considered going to bed...until we realized that it was only 6:30.  So, we watched an episode of Friday Night Lights on Netflix and then went to bed.  I read for awhile and then attempted to go to sleep.  But sleep wasn't happening.  I was tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep.  I was restless and my feet were too hot.  

It took me awhile to figure out what my problem was, but I finally realized that it probably had to do with my lack of exercise (or working).  I was so annoyed by the fact that I was tired but couldn't sleep, that I considered going running at 11:30pm (if it was earlier in the summer and not dark out, I might have actually done it).  I eventually got up and found some things on the internets to entertain me, and finally fell asleep sometime after midnight.  

This morning, I woke up around 7, which is sleeping in for me.  I dragged myself out of bed to eat breakfast so I could go running.  The problem today  was that I was so tired from not sleeping during my rest day that I really didn't want to go running.  UGH, I can't win!  Fortunately, Kiva was acting a fool (that's always good running motivation) and John agreed to ride his bike with me while I ran.  I really wanted to run up Campbell Airstrip Road to the creek for a change of scenery and so Kiva could have a dip in the water, but I really wasn't digging the thought of running into a bear there, so I asked John if he would come too - safety in numbers...and it's noisier when your company actually responds to you when you talk to them.  

So, the moral of this story is that while a rest day is lovely, it might not be as restful as I hope for it to be.  Tomorrow is another rest day...I think I'll go swimming.