Sometimes You Just Feel Like a Run

Yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed—oh wait I mean in the wrong bed. For the past few weeks we have been dealing with some musical beds in the Morrison household. A four year old, who will remain nameless, has been sneaking into the bed around 2 a.m.

Then the night before last an anonymous two year old refused to go to bed until 10 o’clock (in my bed). What this means is that there were two adults and two children in a queen-sized bed=no bueno. I wound up moving into a twin bed in the boys room at 5 am in a desperate attempt to get a little more sleep. Total FAIL.

We did managed to squeeze in some fun in the morning, while at a special screening of the Oogieloves in the BIG Balloon Adventure at the Chestnut Hill Mall. However, after that the day went downhill. I don’t know if I am getting the cold that my husband had last week or if it’s just a cumulative lack of sleep, but I felt like crap.

While I tried to steal a cat nap on the couch, my two year old spilled a massive (yes. the kind you have seen in BJ’s) box of Goldfish all of the kitchen and then dumped a full glass of water all over my bed. Yes, I was frustrated and didn’t feel so hot, but I decided before hitting the sack early, I NEEDED to go for a quick run to regain my sanity.

I kept thinking of that annoying Almond Joy/Mounds commercial and the jingle “Sometimes you just feel like a nut.” I would say “sometimes I just feel like I’m nuts” or maybe “sometimes I just feel like a run!”  I felt much better after the run. I didn’t set out to run very fast (just a short 3-miler) but my splits were 9:01, 8:29, and 7:35!

Have you ever headed out the door for a run out of sheer desperation?