Good ole sweet taay

So it has been a few weeks since my first attempt at the marathon, and I feel a lot better than a couple of weeks ago. I was staying off my legs for about a week and a half just to give my body as much time to recover as I could. I'm not one the kinda person who says "Okay I'm taking 2 weeks off of any physical activity," instead I end up laying in my bed thinking "HOW MANY DAYS HAS IT BEEN SINCE I WENT RUNNING!?" then I look at the clock or calender and it has only been a day. I wish it were as easy as sitting on the couch and just using my thumb muscles to change the channel, but I have to get up and do something or else I will end up going stir crazy. I could easily lay around acting/looking/feeling like a bum, or I could imitate one hero's,  Forrest Gump and look like a bum but still do what I felt like doing. Every time I take an off day (usually Sunday) I make sure to embrace it for all it's worth. I am usually disciplined on drinking stuff like water or gatorade during the week, but when it comes to Sunday and my family heads to my grandparents, oh you bet I'm gonna have some sweet tea (pronounced taay in the South, pronounced Snapple in the North). Every time I have that first big gulp it always tastes good as I feel it flow threw my body as it mixes well with the huge lunch that will make anybody loosen a few belt notches. The past few weeks me and sweet tea have become lovers once again. I have made time during the week to let her know I still want her, and she is always there waiting for me at home, that is until we run out and in that case we will just make some more and thus rekindling our love.