The first words out of my mouth this morning:
Oh, yes... I overslept 30 minutes this morning. And the way I saw it, lying in bed, trying to decide what to do… I had 4 choices, I could be any of the following:
Choice 1: Sloth Girl. Roll over and go back to sleep for 45 minutes and use it as an off day.
Choice 2: Pansy-Ass Girl. Get up and run 3-4 miles instead of the planned 6.
Choice 3: Hardcore Girl. I’ve wasted 30 minutes, so I need to get that time back. Instead of making that time up by shorting my planned run, I could forgo straightening and smoothing my hair before work, and just wear it curly and ugly. I could run 5-6 miles if I did this.
Choice 4: Hardcore, Vain, Bad Employee Girl. Run 6 miles, straighten hair and get to work 30 minutes late.
Immediately… Sloth girl is out. If I’m going to have an off day… I want it to be a planned off day with uninterrupted sleeping in.
I cross off Pansy-Ass Girl, too… I mean, its day 2 of my training, I can’t slack off on freaking day 2!
So, it’s between the last two… instead of lying in bed and trying to decide, I got up and started running and thought about it for 5.2 miles. In the end… I did the right thing (shocking, right?). I opted for Hardcore Girl. So, yes, I may look like shit all day at work today (hopefully no one important (or hot) comes in), but at least I got 5 miles in despite oversleeping.