I didn’t do anything over the 4th of July holiday.
Now. Before you judge me for being all un-American, please note there was not one free weekend in the month of June. Or for most of May. Since this holiday was dumped smack dab into the middle of the week, I said “NO”.
No to all plans. Not that I necessarily didn’t want to do things. But not one option allowed me to be in bed before 11 on a school night.
So I rested.
Well that’s a lie. I actually ran. But that’s just what I do with free time. Don’t feel bad for me. It was enjoyable.
The original plan was to get up at 7 yesterday morning and make it a nice run outside before it got too heated out there.
At 7, I opened the front door and took a step outside to check out what I’d be working with.
Then I stepped back inside, close the door, and said I’ll go the gym at 8 instead.
I did 15 minutes on the stairmill and ran 4.2 miles on the treadmill before deciding it was a holiday and I needed to celebrate.
Celebrate by having AAA jump my broken car (dead battery) and driving it to my mechanic’s shop.
You don’t party like that? No?
Good. Because I had a migraine going on for most of that ordeal. It was awesome. Luckily, my good friend Mon picked me up from the mechanic and had no problem assisting me in my quest for a little caffeine.The cookie was her idea. And it actually helped. I think the extreme amount of butter sedated the head pain while the sugar perked me straight into a better mood.
Who knew the cure to migraines was located at your local bakery?
Don’t quote me on that. I also took a prescribed migraine pill before that.
We’ll call it a combo of the two that did the trick.
So yeah. That and some Red Box action was the extent of my 4th of July. And it made me SO happy (minus the migraine thing, obviously).
Things got done. I rested up. And we’re only 2 work days away from the weekend.
Fabulous on so many levels.
Thanks for the mental health day, America.