It is a funny thing….guilt. I was supposed to run 14 miles this morning for my marathon training and I just couldn’t get out of bed. I was having a great dream— an interior designer was walking through my house giving me decorating tips–I thought I should stay in that dream to get as many ideas as I could.
My husband gently tried to wake me up at 7 am and I shoe-ed him away. (I seriously threw a shoe at him to make him leave.)
Now, that I am up and have had a couple of cups of coffee, I have guilt.
I should have gone running. ” Instead of complaining about it, why don’t you go now?,” you might ask.
The heat in Florida is unbearable after 9:00 am and I would melt out there. I’m a wimp like that. If I don’t start running by 6 am, I can’t get a long run in. And, my friend that I run long with has a hurt foot— without her to inspire me, it is hard to keep going.
This morning I plan to redirect my guilt—-and make monkey bread for my monkeys! Instead of feeling guilty over not running, I will bake and blog. I will work on my class for next week and I will start getting my garden ready.
Guilt redirected–and monkey bread on the way. Stay tuned for the details!