You know you need a rest day when...

Here's a little inspirational tale of my night last night.

I finished my early bird special dinner around 4:45 pm, ate some ice cream, then settled in to do some much needed grad work. I could barely keep my eyes open, so I decided to call it a night, and was in bed by 5:30. And that, my friends, is how to push through adversity and truly succeed in life. 

In a cruel twist of fate, I couldn't even fall asleep until the more normal time of 9:30. Actually, it wasn't cruel at all, it was awesome. Like the level of laziness when you are sick, but without all the discomfort of actually being sick. 

Even though I was going to bed with the majority of my to-do list undone, I figured it would all even out, because with such an early bedtime, I'd surely wake up at 5am, raring to go, right?

Um, no. I barely mustered the energy to shut off my 5:30 alarm clock and kept sleeping until 7:30 and still felt wrecked. Marathon week is now upon us, and in my opinion, once you make it here, sleep trumps running. At this point you aren't going to really get any more or less prepared for the race, but you can still easily screw yourself by showing up at the start exhausted. So this will be the one week where I don't follow my training plan, and who knows, I may not even run at all until marathon day!

I wasn't a complete and total sloth yesterday. On the contrary, we had our first football game! We are playing in the same social league that we played Broomball with this past winter.

Our team color is "Daisy". Watch out.

Eric is really, really serious about football - he was captain of his high school team, went to college on a football scholarship, coached high school football, and plays in a minimum of like 5 fantasy leagues each year. I....tried to read the league rules Saturday night, and got bored after less than 10 minutes. 

I get serious anxiety about sports with balls because I'm always terrible at them. Right before the game, Eric told me that he'd bragged about me being a marathon runner to everyone on the team. In my vast experience of this game plus that one other one I played that time, this leads to two things. 
1. People thinking that means I will be able to help out the team by sprinting fast.
2. People being disappointed.

While it does appear on the surface that marathon running and football may be related, as they both involve running, actually training to run 26.2 miles is about as helpful knitting or scrapbooking. 

Still, the game was fun, although we lost, and I "tackled" a guy (it's really two hand touch) and successfully stopped a play, so I sort of helped. 

Even though I played for a whopping 40 minutes, I'm sore in weird places. All the more reason for a rest day. Plus, I have a problem with patience, so even though Eric told me he'd move all our stuff around and set the treadmill up tomorrow, I couldn't wait and rearranged all sorts of heavy stuff after work. 

Do you ever let sleep trump running? Probably not, most other bloggers are majorly hardcore.

Have you ever played any rec sports?