Mother Nature's Way of Saying "Chill"

I know it was crazy to start texting some workout partners on Sunday evening as I was in the gym parking lot about to start my pool swim. I was texting to see who wanted to go on a nice slow Monday morning recovery run/jog with me at 6am. After almost immediate responses from Shannon, Thon and Richard, it was decided that we would meet at 6am at Barton Springs Pool. While it was an exhausting and energetic weekend, I still managed to crawl in bed at a very reasonable 11pm.

I woke up in the middle of the night to use the little triathlete's room (I had to pee) and noticed that both my and Shawn's clocks were blinking. Uh oh...Must've been a power glitch. I turned on the bathroom light and checked the time on my Polar Watch that I normally just use for swimming intervals. It said 3:27am. Instantly, I got that "Yay!! Two more hours of sleep" feeling. We both woke up long enough to reset our clocks and promptly fell back to sleep--except for the cat who was ready to eat and play since Mommy had turned on the light.

Fast forward two hours...the alarm does indeed go off. Shawn gets up to hop in the shower. "Uh, it's 6:20am right now." What?? I set my alarm for 5:20am so that I'd have plenty of time to drive the 5min to Barton Springs.

"Are you kidding?" I noticed that it did look rather light outside.

Turns out that I forgot to change my Polar watch time with daylight savings, so when I said it was 3:27, it was actually 4:27a. WOOPS!!!

Little Miss Running Planner had missed her own scheduled workout! I really do think Mother Nature was giving me a less than subtle hint about getting some rest over the next two weeks. The extra hour of sleep felt great. I did get up and run the Scenic Loop from my house at a manageable recovery pace and got to watch the sun rise over Lake Austin.

6 miles in 56min
9:20 recovery pace

I'm debating whether or not I want to/should go to Jack and Adam's tonight. We're doing the Physical Fitness test. ughh...Gym class all over again, but in a parking lot in 90 degree heat. It's a taste of what is to come, I suppose!