So yesterday was the Fourth of July and I staying up way later than I should have, doing nothing, so I didn’t get up this morning for the first day of my return to running.  I italicized the word “return” because I don’t know how to properly emphasis it.  It’s not as if I’m trying to return to my former glory of marathon running but rather, at one point I could run for a mile or two without collapsing, and I hope to regain that glory and exceed it.  I had planned to start running today, I also use the word running loosely because it will most likely be mixture of ragged, slow jogging, and tear filled walking while I suck wind and hold my side.  I cut myself off there; I had planned to start running today because I got my new running shoes in the mail on Tuesday.  You’d think Wednesday would be a good day to start, but as I mentioned, it was a national holiday, and I don’t think my Founding Fathers would want me to start such a painful experience when I could be sleeping in and then blowing stuff up.  I’ll again blame the holiday for keeping me up later than I should have been, since it felt like a Friday night.  Long story short, I didn’t want to start running on five hours of sleep and then feel completely awful for the rest of the day.  Of course, I’ll probably feel that way no matter how much sleep I get the night before.  

Ok Friday, here I come.  Hopefully you'll see me running.