Rest day

Yesterday (Friday) was my first rest day in my half marathon training schedule. I love rest day.

I didn't realize how much I needed it until I put my head down on the couch after work. I intended to just close my eyes for a minute or two, but I quickly slipped into a deep, drooling sleep usually reserved for heavily narcotized people or those suffering from transpacific jet lag.

I have no idea how long I slept. A loud, piercing bark from on of our dogs brought me back to daylight. My husband was home. As I stumbled off the couch and across the living room in my glassy-eyed, fog-headed post nap stupor, I wondered, "How early can I go to bed on a Friday night without being considered a total loser?"