Eleven hours of sleep...
7 hours of sleep is a really good night... 6 is more common... 5 happens more frequently than I would like. Sleep is just not something I get a lot of. On weekends, my husband and I take turns sleeping in. If we're lucky, we each get one day. But, with our hectic schedules these last few weeks, we're lucky if one of us gets to sleep in at all. After the busy week I'd had, I really needed it. My husband must have recognized it too... thank goodness!
Of course, it wasn't just the extra hours of sleep (which were heavenly), but what that meant for the rest of my day. When I finally rolled out of bed at 10:30, I felt good... really good... better than I had in some time. When our son took his nap, I had the energy to go for a run... a wonderful 3.7 mile run in unseasonably warm 50 degree weather. When I got back, I felt so good about myself that I didn't sit around eating junk food the rest of the afternoon like I might otherwise have done... I made myself a salad for lunch, took a shower, stretched the way you're supposed to after working out instead of the quick 30 seconds I usually give it.
Since I don't know how soon I'll have another opportunity like this, I'm glad I was able to take full advantage of the situation when I did. Five golden rings don't hold a candle to a good night's sleep!
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