..And Then, He Rested

A few of my closest friends and I do this thing every week called 'Survivor Thursdays'. It's not nearly as exciting as it may initially sound as it basically entails the 5 of us ordering takeout and watching "Survivor".

Yes - that Survivor.

It's hokey but it's the only time of the week we'll set aside to basically open up a bottle of wine and sit down to catch up with each other. Watching the show is mostly an afterthought.

So with that in mind and in the interest of actually having my first full day's rest since running the marathon, I did just that. I rested...fighting the desire to lace up to run a few miles. Instead, I did almost the exact opposite: I stuffed my face with an order of Outdoor Grill's delicious tri-tip sandwich along with generous sides of their potato salad and french fries. This was all washed down with a couple of glasses of Merlot.

So sue me.

After the meal, I had half my friend's cannoli and treated myself to a nice little jacuzzi session. But you know what? As I sit here and recount my relaxing evening amongst friends, I can safely say that I would have rather been out running a few miles tonight. Seriously.

What's wrong with me?

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857 days since my last cigarette