Conversation in my head this morning:

Why are you awake? Go back to sleep.

I can’t!

Yes, you can! This is your only day to sleep in. Now, sleep!

(Lie there for 20 minutes. Check phone twice just in case important e-mails, updates on my favorite Top Chef contestants, or news of an earthquake drop into my mailbox. I’m very on top of things, even when I’m “sleeping”.)

I have to get up. I’m going crazy lying here.

No. You must sleep. You are going end up sick or injured right before Worlds if you don’t get some rest.

I am resting. I went to bed a 9:00! And it’s 6:30! And why does your voice sound vaguely like the crazy lady’s from Dance Moms?

I’m going to ignore that. And yes, you went to bed early, but you got up 6 times to pee last night, so that’s not exactly a “restful” night’s sleep.

I got up 6 times because you made me drink 3 glasses of water before I went to bed.

We need to stay hydrated. It’s getting hot here, and you were sweating like a pig on that last run.

I agree, but if I drink all that water right before bed, then I’m going to be up all night.

Stop arguing with yourself and go back to sleep.

(Lie there for another 10 minutes. Resist urge to check phone because I’m beginning to think I’m crazier than earlier suspected.)

I’m getting up. I need coffee. And I have to pee. Again.

Fine. But when you are crashing and burning at 7:00 tonight, I don’t want to hear it.

Oh, please. You’re me. You’re in my head. You’re going to hear it. We are the same person!

Yes, but you’re the crazy part. And I am the sane, rational, disciplined part.

Maybe so, but if it wasn’t for me, you’d never get Reese’s eggs. Or wine. Or Dance Moms marathons.

Sigh. So sad, but so true.

 

Happy Running!

 

 

 

Tagged as: Craziness, Dance Moms, Overtraining, resting, Top Chef