Today I was supposed to run 12 miles.

My running buddy called and we had arranged a meeting time at the Chevron gas station to run the Frontage Road that runs parallel Highway 82.  Then, I changed my mind.

My leg was squabbling a bit.  A little tender.  Just talking back to me.  Helping me remember that it was only a few weeks ago that I got off those crutches and maybe, just maybe, I should be nice to it.

So, I talked to my running buddy and said, “Tomorrow?”

Today has been declared a Rest Day.

Instead:

I have done four loads of laundry.  Cleaned the floors.  Dusted.  Cleaned both bathrooms. Done dishes, twice. Cooked two meals ~only one meal to go.  The chickens have been visited four times~fed, watered, fed again, eggs collected, etc…the cats let in and out and in and out…  Same with the dog.

Not much but at the same time, a lot of “busy” stuff.  No time to fret and stew about the NYC Marathon drawing…which it does not look like I am going to be doing this year.  Try again next year, right!?!

That is my day.  Rest Day.  Catching up on housework.  And then tomorrow~12+ miles!!!  Look out tomorrow!!!