The day started out innocently enough. 4:55am alarm went off and the LAST thing I wanted to do after a night of tossing and turning was get up, but I took my own advice, told myself I had no other option and was up.
I got to the gym by my normal 5:30am and since there are no group fitness classes on Monday's and since my legs were feeling mighty fresh after last weeks milage dip, I decided to hit the ol' t-mill for a run. I had no real plan in mind. I just kinda adjusted the speed every 30 seconds or minute (hey, I get bored quickly and easily) to keep things interesting.
So, then my lunch hour came. I didn't have a TON of time... 60 minutes, including time to change and to get back to my office. I was going to do the elliptical. I swear. I was. But, they were all taken. What's a girl to do? I had my iPad with me, so I didn't want to do the track, so I hit the treadmill. I started an episode of Dawson's Creek and assumed I'd do like 3 miles and call it a day.
Somehow that happened. Seriously. I was so out of it, I didn't even realize what was happening. The episode ended 42 minutes later and I was almost at 5 miles so I called it at 5 and then RACED to the locker room and back to my office. Good thing I don't mind a dry-shampoo and baby wipe "shower".
Yes, this is from December, but it was FAR too classic to never share. My true friends know me so well.
I was pretty stoked at this point. 13 miles for a Monday?? Excellent!
Then, mother nature had to go and butt in.
This doesn't give a good picture, but I forgot to take a pic of the forecast (who knew it was so hard to find yesterday's forecast online?!?!), so this'll have to do. See that high?? 46-freaking-degrees. In February. Plus, it was sunny with little wind. Simply too good to pass up. I mean-- really. What kind of dog-owner would I be if I didn't take Sadie out for a while in that weather???
So, after work-- out we went. The Hubs was working late, so it was me and her. I swear, I only planned on 2 miles of run/walking. VERY relaxed. I swear. Somehow, Sadie had different plans.
So, if you're doing the math... 8 AM miles + 5 Lunch miles + 4 PM miles equals...
The Hubs got home about 45 minutes after Sadie and I did. Just enough time for me to give Sadie a bath (it was pretty muddy/snowy out there and girl got crazy dirty) and have leftovers for dinner. Then, I spent the rest of the night curled up with the Hubs on the couch watching TV with a ginormous hug of hot chocolate with far, far too many mini-marshmallows in it. Perfection.
And that ends the story of how I accidentally ran 17 unplanned miles on a random Monday.
Totally normal, right???