Monday, Monday

Just like the song says, can't help that day. Today has reminded me of why I absolutely dread Mondays. I had lofty goals last night when I went to bed.

I've always been a run-in-the morning type of girl, or at least I was until I went on vacation a week and a half ago. Now, I did not sleep in while on vacation...but I certainly did not find myself on the treadmill or beach at five or six any of the mornings while I was away. Last week, I just could not get my act together (i like to blame the jet lag) and ended up running after work every day. So today, I was going to try to get back on track.

I did get up at five this morning, run three miles on treadmill and was actually close to on time at that point. I was still on time after showering and drying my hair...then the dog puked...all over my bedroom floor. Needless to say, I did not make it to work on time this morning (but neither did my first patient).

As for my run, it went pretty good. I covered the three miles in slightly under 27 minutes, which is dynamite for a Monday run. I did find that my stomach was not liking the run though. Although I love getting my run out of the way early in my day and not having to worry about squeezing it in later, I find that my digestive system is not an early riser. The rest of my plan for today is a fitting in a smidge of stationary cycling and maybe some stretching. Which I really need to do, I'm a big fan of not practicing what I preach and am probably the least flexible person on the planet.

Today was also interesting in that yet another therapist in our company has been laid off. Now is not a good time to be in the healthcare field and deal with a lot of work comp cases in the state of Missouri. New legislation means that employers are feeling much freer to turn down work comp injuries, and fewer accepted injuries means fewer patients for me to see. As long as my job is still around, things will be just fine.

Hopefully tomorrow will suck a little less than today.