9 a.m. I wake up refreshed to the alarm I set the night before, reminding me to get up and run.
10 a.m. I wake up from my congratulatory nap for actually waking up to my last alarm.
11:00 a.m. I’m still in bed. I decide I won’t go for a run today. I’ll just do it tomorrow, I say, even thought I’ll likely wake up a touch hungover.
11:10 a.m. Fine, I’m going to run!! I have nearly no socks. I guess I’ll also do laundry.
11:35 a.m. I pull into Delaware Park, dressed in raggedy work-out clothes. I couldn’t be bothered to find my decent running clothes. They’re probably in the laundry.
12:05 p.m. If my workout clothes didn’t give away that I hadn’t done this whole running thing in a while, my gait did.
12:15 p.m. The snow at the park has gone from a tiny sprinkling to a full-on whiteout. I regret not pulling out actual work-out clothes as I pass prepared joggers, looking like I just rolled out of bed. I mean, I did.
12:30 p.m. I did it! I’m home. I stretch and hop in the shower. I’m elated.
1:15 p.m. I meet my dad, sister and her boyfriend for coffee at Barnes and Noble. We chat about politics, Twitter, journalism
4:30 p.m. I continue my productivity with a thoughtful grocery run to Trader Joe’s. I found pre-made soups, salads
5:00 p.m. I arrive home and unpack my groceries. I switch over my laundry. I open a bottle of watermelon of kombucha.
6 p.m. I have procrastinated my homework as long as possible, but I must begin. Wish me luck.