L'enfant

Last night I slept like a baby... "litrally" (as AllieD always puts it).

• Ate dinner.
• Fell asleep for 4 hours.
• Woke up and entertained myself 'til about 3am.
• Went back to sleep.
• And finally woke up this morning at about 8:15.

This, unfortunately, has become routine for the past week as I've fought (and lost to) bouts of insomnia.

But, to my surprise and amazement, I wasn't groggy or irritable at work. And, thankfully, the boss was in a rather chipper mood. (Looking forward to his day off with the grandkids no doubt.)

When I came home, I lay in bed. It was the first time all day that my head started to spin. I contemplated skipping my Tuesday gym-time to sleep (which I did all last week). But, despite me, I went.

I stretched my body, pulling out the kinks and stiffness from Sunday's flag football practice. I walked around the track, preparing for the discipline I was to inflict on it in the coming minutes. Jay-Z blasting through my earphones, I ran (as much as I could bare). Feet keeping time with the beat's loop.

Running. Lifting. Running. Crunching. Pant-ing. Run-ning. Pant--ing. Crunch--ing.

I stopped just short of the 2-hour mark when the dizzy spells returned. The body had had enough. I conceded, called a truce, stretched and went home.

My shins are burning.





And now these sleepy eyes tell me it's due time to hit the hay... *yawn*

Good night moon, Good night stars
Good night friends both near and far...