Thursday, December 1, 2011
Sleepy. Bendy. Duck-y!
This morning I had to wait for almost four hours for my last two horses to arrive at the show grounds. I knew this in advance. Going home was out of the question as I have a 200 mile round trip commute to work this week, but I had better plans. I had located the local YMCA pool (2.7 miles from the show and happy to let me swim for a modest drop in fee) and packed my swim gear. I was all ready to enjoy an excellent, productive morning... the result of superb time management and dedication to my training.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What did I do? Did I do my workout? Nope. I curled up into a ball on the front seat of my SUV and slept. Yes, it was intentional. I was tired. I planned a thirty minute nap before heading to the Y. Instead, I hit snooze for three and a half hours while I napped sitting behind the wheel with my head on the armrest. (My chiropractor can go ahead and buy that new sports car.)
I am now having to rearrange the end of the week to accommodate the fact that I did not make it to the pool during one of the few opportunities the weeks schedule offers. I am going to enjoy every moment of the confession to DW as to why I totally rearranged to schedule. Fortunately for my guilty conscience, DW is pretty convinced that I am going to suddenly implode due to my pathetic sleep patterns (it's possible) and never challenges me when I choose sleep over, well, anything.
I suspect that all those super productive gazelle-like athletes (see gazelle and lima bean criteria in original post) would not have chosen to sleep in the car. They would have gone to the Y and later, slept in a bed like a sane human. Perhaps that is why I am not a gazelle. Perhaps that is why I do not qualify as sane (or arguably, human).
What puzzles me is that I had last week off and spent the whole week tossing and turning. Now that I am back to work and my sleep patterns have been obliterated, I sleep like a corpse packed in a suitcase. Oh well, at least I am getting some sleep. That's no small thing in this duck's pond.