I had a major case of the "Blahs" this weekend.
As in, I had stuff to do, I just didn't feel like doing it.
My digital clock read 11:00 before I finally rolled out of bed Saturday morning. The alarm had gone off earlier, but I switched it off, opting to sleep a bit longer rather than get up, shower and drive up to Appleton to meet my Mom and aunt for a lunch date. I eventually made it north to swing by the hospital to introduce myself to my newest cousin - Harrison Hunter (yeah, I'm not a fan of the name).
With temperatures hovering near 70, it would have been a perfect day for me to squeeze in a run after the cousin introduction. But I didn't. By the time I made it back to my apartment, all I felt like doing was throwing on my sweats, popping some popcorn and watching "Goonies."
I was supposed to go watch football with some of my co-horts from work who are in my fantasy football league. But it was gorgeous today, so I skipped out, with intentions of getting a nice bike ride and a run in. Instead, I found myself sacked out in my recliner, finishing a book and taking a nap.
Eventually I got a 3.5 mile run in, but my bike? It felt neglected as it stayed parked in the garage.
I'm hoping my case of the "Blahs" is just a result of too many busy weekends in a row. That my body needed some down time to just do nothing. Hopefully that's the case. Because I have another busy week at work ahead of me and the next chance to relax might not come for awhile. And if that's not the problem, then I have to worry about the "Blahs" being a sign that I'm about to get sick or that they're a side effect of the Great Neck Slicing of 2007, and neither of those would be good.