The alarm went off at 445. McMenamin was sleeping soundly in the curl in the back of my knees. Snooze. D's alarm went off about 5 minutes later. McM got up and ran around like he always does (this is D's normal time to get up). I remembered D moved his schedule so he could run in the morning. I concluded I was not a morning person and hit the pillow, but not before I reset the alarm. D got ready and left. I closed my eyes.
The guilt settled in. I closed them tighter. McMenamin came back upstairs and made out with D's pillow. The clock was now reading 520. I was going to get up at 539 (that's where it landed, and I was not going to get all anal on the alarm). I thought a little more about meetings at work. I thought I was already awake. Could I make my 930 meeting? I got up, turned off the alarm, and got ready for the gym.
I think I shocked D by showing up. I got in a .5 mile warmup, and did the 4.5 miler at 4.9mph. I really pushed the last 1.5 miles. My legs are still talking to me about it. I slowly did my .5 mile cooldown. Then I came home. The bed looked nice, but since it was 730 and I usually leave for work at 705, I knew I should get ready. McMenamin was so happy I was home. Scuttlebutt just laid in his crate looking at me, like "Why are you here?" I left at 8. Managed to be at work by 905.
I ran 3 miles Saturday. Nothing exciting about it. D and I did find a bar with a dog park attached. I think McMenamin and Scuttlebutt really liked it.
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