Snoozin and Treats
A while back, Meghan introduced me to Marcel the Shell withShoes On. And I instantly fell in love. He’s funny, adorable and utterly quotable. Ask my coworkers, I quote Marcel daily.
Like the dog featured in the video, these days it seems all I am interested in is eating and sleeping. I am always hungry. And always tired. Lately it's not "Oh, I'm kinda tired" but more like "I could lie down on the floor in my classroom and fall right alseep" kind of tired. I'm taking PTO and leaving work early every day this week so that I can get my workouts in, eat and get to bed early. Snoozin and treats. Yesterday, I got home, put on my running gear, laid down on my bed for justasecond and woke up two hours later. And I was STILL in bed asleep by 9. Tired girl.
I really hope this is just taper tired and not the sign of some immanent slow death as the internets would indicate. Every time I consult webmd it pretty much says I have the plague. Of course, the remedy for all internets diagnosed ailments is always rest and proper fuel.
Treats and snoozing, snoozin and treats. That’s all I care about!
Oh, and it is ridonkulously hot. It was 81 when I headed out for a run at 7pm last night. EIGHTYONE!