What, Me Rest?

Seriously, I don't rest. I'm supposed to rest today. It's there, in black and white, on my training schedule. Rest.

I was (by my own admission and overblown ego) the best Anatomy and Physiology tutor to grace the halls of Hutchinson Community College. Point to a muscle and I'll name it. Frank Netter was my hero. I understand the Krebs Cycle. I know about lactic acid buildup in muscle tissue. I don't, however, like to admit to the truth about my own personal anatomy or physiology. It will break down if not given the opportunity to recover. It holds no special magic over the enthusiasm that would cheer me onto prolonged daily workouts, damaging the goods and spoiling any hopes of future endeavors.

I'm excited and want to get out and run. I won't today. I looked at Zappos website and am considering purchasing my next pair of running shoes online. They've got free shipping - both ways. I know what I like when I run so it seems to make sense to go that way. Registration is already sold out for the Houston Marathon and Half-Marathon, so I'm glad I got in. Record setting registration this year.

Tomorrow is a long run.