It was about that time. That time somewhere in between when the rooster crows “Cock-a-doodle-doo” and the sun coming out to bake everything it came into contact with.
Yes. It was THAT. Time.
It was EXACTLY 6AM on Saturday morning. Exactly the time that this week’s marathon training was supposed to begin. Not the time I was supposed to leave for it; the time we were supposed to begin hitting the pavement and begin on another journey around Dallas’s White Rock Lake.
And here I am, pouring myself out of bed when I SHOULD be huffing, puffing, and sweating. My alarm clock went off at its normal time, circa 5:15 am, but I slept right through it. And by slept right through it, I mean my roommate turned it off after 15 minutes of the same 5 second clip being played at loud volume over and over. But failed to wake me up. This oversleeping came after taking a nap after leaving work Friday afternoon, AND after going to bed earlier than normal that night. I suppose I am just too hardcore during the week. But it’s like a quote I once heard in a famous play, Life on Campus:
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Needless to say, I missed yet another Saturday marathon training. I was disappointed in myself, because I was finally running again during the week, and was getting back to my old self. I wanted to get back to doing the long runs again, to begin to make up for the progress I had lost from my IT Band injury. But that progress – and that long run – sadly, would have to wait another week.