The importance of sleep . . .

Three relatively sleepless nights into Mr. May’s two week business trip to the Fatherland and my run feels like the dream where you are trying to get away from the monster but your legs are stuck in peanut butter. (Not like the dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand women screaming and throwing little pickles at you) While my night starts out with everyone tucked into their own little beds, it ends up with MiniLi and MiniLu in my bed while I take sanctuary on the couch. That is until last night, when MiniLu even managed to find me there - at 3:00am. And while I should have gone much further much faster. It's okay, though, I know what the problem is. It's obviously the drag coefficient. Still, no matter how hard is was, How slow or sluggish, I RAN! I got up this morning, laced my shoes, and hit the trail. My run today? Real Genius. (And no, my mother does not put license plates in my underwear.)

Maintenance Run

Runkeeper - 2.63 Miles 30:11