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I woke up at 3 am last night. I had been tossing and turning and doing some heavy evaluation and self motivation as I dreamt. I awakened ready to train.

I almost went for a run, but I thought 3 am might be a little too early. Technically, I consider 3 am the night before, not the morning of.

I think because of that, it freaks me out to go for a run at 3 am, I think the "bad people" could still be out. By 4 am, "most bad people have finished doing their bad people stuff". At 3 am, guys like Jeffery Dahmer are still working, after 4 am, they're cleaning up, sealing heads in oil drums, or getting ready to go to work.

Instead, I updated my blog and then went back to sleep, only to wake up tired. I went from wanting to train at 3 am to being too tired to train at 6 am. Regardless, I was committed to training this morning, it wasn't a matter of if, it was a matter of when.

I had a very important meeting at 11:30 am, that would take up most of the day. I wanted to make sure I got a clarity and patience inducing run in beforehand. I went downstairs and started napping on the sofa. My plan was too catch up on my sleep until I was ready to run.

For the next three hours, every 15 - 20 minutes I'd open my eyes, look at the clock and evaluate if I was ready to run. Eventually at 9:30 am, I woke up with my training mojo back and within 5 minutes was out the door for my run.

On the run I listed to the a business audio book called "The Dip" by Seth Godin. It was a glorious run. It was sunny, warm, very little wind and my mind was getting filled up with all sorts of interesting concepts. For no reason, it felt like a memorable run.

I was surprised I ran as fast as I did. There was a lot of cigar smoke caught in my lungs from last night, and mentally, I thought I lost my speed after Sunday's unusually slow long run pace. A highlight of the run was my knee didn't bother me. I think taking yesterday off was a blessing, it gave my knee and muscles an extra day to heal and recover.

For the next two days, I'm going to have some heavy duty training. I've got some make-up workouts from earlier in the week and with Saturday being the "House of Payne Beer Run", I need to get my long ride in before that.

Today, my afternoon meeting ran longer than expected. I didn't get home until 5:30 pm and didn't have enough daylight left in the day to do a 3 hour ride. Which reminds me, I should get my indoor trainer back from John Fortin, I'm going to need to use it now that the days are becoming shorter.

Weight wise, I'm feeling good. I had to wear my jeans to the meeting today and they didn't feel "snug". I haven't weighed myself since pre-IMLP and frankly, I'm afraid to get on the scale. I don't want to stand on it unless I KNOW I'm under 183 lbs. Otherwise, I'd become depressed.

My current thoughts are, "If my clothes fit, all's good, no need to weigh myself". I've never had any phobia's, although I think I may be getting "Scale-a-phobia". It's the fear of standing on a scale and KNOWING the truth.

Tonight, I ate dinner and passed out in a coma on the couch for a couple hours. It felt so right and was refreshing. I eventually woke up to the sound of Reid.

Reid was "giggling" like a school girl is because UPS delivered his new cell phone and he was texting. The minute I walked in the door he was all over me to set it up. Frankly, I didn't think he'd use it much, especially the texting. Reading and spelling "ain't" his strong suit. I was wrong.

All he's been doing is texting. I'm shocked that he's into it so much and I'm glad I got the unlimited text plan. I can tell it's a novelty to him, "he's laughing at lame texts". He's so excited to have his own phone and to be able to text that he's "giddy". It's like having another daughter in the house.

Reid's already getting the "texters-humpback". The upside is he's now on the texters-diet plan. His hands are busy texting and not eating.

Tempo Run - 55:23 / 11.10 km / 4:58 pace / 142 avg hr