Some stupid decisions (high-heels, hills and too much speedwork) have led to some sore calves which meant no running or walking for me this morning.

Once in a blue moon (only when I'm nursing an injury), I skip my morning exercise routine and I get to live like the other non-AM-exercising half lives.

For a woman accustomed to getting up and running many miles before the sun even rises, it kind of freaks me out.

I planned to sleep in until 6, but couldn't because my mind was occupied with thoughts about my sore calves and how long I'd be "down" and how I hated it and blah, blah, blah.

Since I couldn't make my mind shut-up, I got up. Which meant I had plenty of time this morning to have a cup of coffee, shave my legs, floss my teeth and even put my makeup on in the bathroom mirror (as opposed to the rearview mirror).

So, I look great, I smell pretty and I have calves smooth as a baby's butt.

And, yet, I'm praying those calves will be all healed up by tomorrow so I can go back to abusing them as usual.

I'm guess I'm just not cut out for the leisurly-morning life.