Sunday afternoons

When I was growing up, Sunday afternoons were sacred times. I think even before my dad was a pastor, they were for rest and relaxation. My dad doesn't usually get into football games so the tv wasn't usually on. I remember reading the Sunday ads and falling asleep on the couch just about every week.

Some traditions are worth continuing. I love Sunday afternoon naps. I don't always take one anymore. Sometimes I am out shopping or sometimes I decide to read instead. Today, I decided I wanted a nap. I slept for 1 1/2 hours. And I slept hard. It was the kind where you wake up with a little drool on your pillow and your eyes feel so heavy, you can barely keep them open long enough to look at the clock. The kind where it takes you a minute to figure out where you are and why it's so bright outside. The kind where you sometimes feel a bit dazed and confused for the rest of the day.

Today, I woke up from my nap and realized it would be a good time to run. I have been trying to exercise at least 3 times a week. If I run on Saturday or Sunday, then I only have to get up 2 more times during the week and I feel more like I'm setting myself up for success. I went downstairs to our treadmill and cranked up my ipod and ran. And also yelled at Owen to not throw basketballs at me while I was running. It was invigorating and energizing and after I showered, I was ready to face the rest of the day and felt very clear-headed.

I love Sunday afternoons.