The Sybil War

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It's kind like the Civil War, but - you know - in my head.

Gotta love those voices.

Everyone has them, right?

The little angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other?

Opposing forces desperately trying to sway you in their direction...the right direction.

So, last night I put myself to bed just after 9:30pm.  I set my alarm for 4:40am.  I received a text at 10:00pm, but no worries as I was not yet asleep.  In fact, I was having major difficulty falling asleep.  It ended up being one of those nights.  You know the ones I'm referring to.  You don't necessarily toss and turn all night, but yet you don't feel like you got any sleep either.  A weird night, I suppose.  My alarm went off at 4:40 and I honestly considered resetting it for 5:45, but then what?  I had already laid out my running gear (pants, long sleeved shirt, jacket, shoes, socks, iPod shuffle, road I.D., Garmin).  The dogs were now awake and certain it was that time.  I didn't feel well-rested, but I didn't feel tired.  I might as well get up, in other words.

I put the dogs outside and the cold air blasted me.  Oh wow was it cold.  Was I really going to do it?  Maybe I should just go to the gym instead?  Or...I could just play around on the computer?  No, I needed to go running.  I would layer up and all would be right with the world.  uh huh.

I took my thyroid pill and went onto Facebook for a bit.

If you go to the gym, it would mean warmth.

I played a few rounds of Zuma.  Don't judge me.

You could just keep playing until it's time to take a shower.

I checked my email.

The gym would still mean getting a work-out in.

I caught up on Twitter.

You could just go ahead and take your shower now.  Nobody would think you a loser cuz it's ridiculously cold outside.

I decided to eat a Larabar (I'm creeping into Phase 2 territory, by the way).

You don't have to do this.

I geared up.

Last chance to bail....

I headed out the door.

OMG was it cold!

You know how your shoes have those vents in them.  Yeah...those vents are really great UNLESS IT'S FREAKING FREEZING OUTSIDE then, not so much.  The air was penetrating my feet. 

My fingers were frozen instantaneously. 

Okay, maybe you should just do one mile.

Did I really just drag myself out of my nice cozy bed and my toasty warm home to run one mile?

Guess not.

There were 2 cars that passed me.  I'm pretty sure they both thought me nuts.  It was, after all, 24 degrees outside (14 with the wind chill) and I was clearly having a conversation with myself.  ;)

My frozen hands demanded to be tucked inside my jacket sleeves.  I did this.  After a while, they started to sweat profusely.  WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?????

I managed 2 miles.  The original plan was for 3, but since there was that whole Sybil War going on before I even left the house, I didn't have the time for a 3rd mile.  I stopped at the end of my driveway and tore off my jacket.  Man, I was hot - burning up, in fact. 

The house felt like an oven.  I was being cooked.  I was clearly going to be second breakfast for a bunch of hobbits.  just great.

I fed my beasts dogs.  I showered.  I did all the other mundane ritualistic things I always do in preparation for my work day and then...I went to work.

Same batty time, Same batty channel for round 2 tomorrow morning?  Um...we'll see.