JayZ was up briefly at 3am. And then, in classic fashion, my head spun with all the things I have to do today and I couldn't. fall. back. asleep.
Rather than lay in bed and be all salty until 6:30, I got up, threw on some clothes, and headed down for my 6 mile tempo run on the dreadmill. BTW--don't watch news channels for more than 5 minutes. I wanted to get caught up on what happened since I went to bed (because I'm that kind of news and politics geek) . They beat the Elliot Spitzer horse OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I zoned out and iPod'ed it instead.
6 miles, with 2 at a tempo pace of 7:50. Stretched, showered, made it to school, and now I'm playing the game of "how much can I get done before I crash."
On a second cup of joe, which is rare, but I need to make it until at least 9pm tonight.
Ugh. At least I got my run in, huh?
I really wish I could just sleep like a baby....