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The Rest Day

I protect my rest day like most moms protect their kids, as any of you who have tried to get me to do something on a Sunday know all to well. It's my day. And with it I like to do nothing. I say nothing but I get a lot done on Sundays. The usual laundry, groceries, weekly cooking, etc. But what nothing really means is I like to do Sunday on my own schedule and be accountable to no one. It's the day I catch up on my sleep. Like this past Sunday I slept 9 hours and then took a nap after lunch. The thing I try to avoid on Sundays is training. I love my training more than anything but I still need one day away from it.
But my rest day always has this problem: I can't fall asleep. I'm well rested and I didn't train. Factors that cause me to be up at 1:20 am trying all of my usual ways to fall asleep. Or most. Because a drink or a sleep aid is not going to help me at 6:15 when the alarm goes off. So tonight I'm writing, which is what I do when my mind is full of thoughts.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and expecting a different result.

But I keep doing this same routine thinking this will be the rest day I don't have trouble going to sleep. Next Sunday I will break this habit.

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