My random Saturday on call for transplant surgery wasn't too horrible yesterday. I came home this morning at 8am having slept a couple of random hours. Before I left the hospital I had given thought to running when I got home. However, it is amazing how absolutely different one feels during the last 10 minutes in the hospital versus the first 10 minutes at home. I came home and got into bed instead.
In the afternoon I could have sat on the couch in my pj's watching TV and knitting for the rest of the evening. But I made this deal that I would at least run twice a week despite being on call on Saturday. It's really not that much, so I decided to get off my ass.
Throughout the entire run I kept reassessing and bargaining with my self as to how far I'd run. Somehow I squeaked out 6 miles.
That gives me 12+ miles for the week and leaves me with zero of the guilt that would have come from sitting on the couch for the rest of the evening.