Yesterday I spent 12 hours in bed. I went to my 9:40, and then I got in bed and slept through lunch, my 2:40, practice, and dinner. Then I got up to brush my teeth and then I went to bed for the night. In my defense, I was sick. To be fair I have a cold, I’m not like dying or something. I probably should have gotten out of bed but my sweatpants are comfy and SO MUCH SNOT and don’t you judge me, I see you judging me, STOP IT. At first I thought “this is not a day”. But actually, there are very minimal requirements for it to legitimately constitute “a day”. It’s all subjective, right?
Congrats to all those who participated, but sometimes there are just other things to do. To be perfectly honest, though, the real reason I didn’t run is that I probably would have died of exhaustion.