Did anyone REALLY think I would get up this morning? Let's be serious....

I didn't start at 7am. I had a feeling that would be my decision somewhere around midnight when I decided on 1 more glass of Sangria but didn't officialy decide until I was still up at 3:45 trying to sleep through Casey chewing on his bone, which I had already taken away from him twice but gave up when he wouldn't go to sleep. I figured chewing was much better than whining. I have been batteling this week with eating enough "good for me" food. With Evan gone, cereal, and fruit bars were much easier than a good meal. Thursday I finaly had a peice of fish, borcoli and some bread, but that didn't make up for the rest of the week. I think my body has been rebelling against this lack of good nutrition. My stomach was so mad at me last night and still a bit this morning. Reason number 2 I'm still sitting here instead of running.

I'm trying to stop feeling guilty abou it. It really would not have been a good idea though. My sister and her kids will be here in 2 hours and we have a jam packed day full of exciting St. Louis tourist activities, none of which would have been any fun for me if I'd run my intended 20 miles. (reason number 3)

SO.....tomorrow I'll run 20 miles. After they leave I have nothing on my plate and will (hopefully) feel much better about the idea of 20 miles and the excitement that follows it.

I'm off on the bike for a quick go around the park, then take Casey quick to the DP to let off some steam before he's crated all day.