Usually Saturdays are no different from any other day. I wake up, suffer through 9 hours of exhausting work, go to the gym, come home and finish whatever homework/studying I have left to do.
But today I took off work because, get this…I was going to run 22 miles. Now, with a tendon on the edge of injury, I have been talked out of doing my long run and told to stop being stubborn.
My internal clock went off at 6am, I figure since I’m stuck at the gym today anyway, what’s the rush? So I slept until 8, drank my coffee and ate some oatmeal.
Now I sit on the couch, in silence, watching the SNOW (whatthereally??) fall, wondering what normal people do on a Saturday. Because I’m pretty much in love.
Saturday, let’s get intimate.
