I had the thought cross my mind, long before today, that if I was going to get busted for a (very) out-of-date inspection sticker, it would be the (almost only) time a week that I drive my car, which is to run in Brunswick on Saturday.
Busted. Car’s getting inspected now.
11 miles were on the schedule today and they were really tough. I wanted to curl up on the side of the road at mile 2 but Wanda wouldn’t let me so I kept going. They got easier as we kept going but my heart wasn’t really in it.
I’ve been really tired lately. Not in a muscles are sore kind of way, but in a “I need at least 10 hours of sleep every night” kind of way.