I swear this morning I was sleep running. I didn’t have a good night sleep. Still I leaped out of bed bright and early to run.
I planned a speed workout at the track. But I knew within a few minutes my legs or my mind would not have it. So I ran a steady 9k across the CPR bridge, around to Heritage Ranch, and along the river back to my apartment.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open. A few times I bumped into a tree branch which stopped me from falling into the river. I’m not exaggerating. I felt like a zombie. I probably looked like one too.
This has never happened to me before. Now I am drinking coffee trying to wake myself up. I still have to go to work in a couple hours. (Pray for me!)
I read an interesting piece on Tiny Buddha which I can relate to lately. Running is the best therapy.