Saturday morning has been “long run Saturday” for me ever since I quit working weekends about 11 years ago. That’s a lot of Saturdays. I always preferred Saturday to go long for two reasons: 1. If something goes wrong, weather, stomach ache, you name it, then there’s still Sunday to get the run in. All is not lost. and, 2. If there are fun weekend plans, they can happen after the run. There’s no worries about eating food at a barbecue that will sabotage a long run, no worries a beer will cause dehydration…the run is done, so on with the weekend. But kid sports have changed all that. After several weekends, and two in particular of feeling like crap all day, I am finally giving in and admitting I just cannot run > 2 hours, shower, eat, and be ready to leave the house at 8:30 to spectate one of Jasper’s games. Not to mention rushing out for errands immediately post game and not eating a real meal until hours after running 16 miles in high humidity (and not getting morning coffee either…the horror!…yes this scenario just happened to me). Jasper gets Saturday, I’m taking Sunday. Nothing goes on Sunday morning…it’s a relatively guilt free run. Why did it take me so long to give in and change days? I’ll just deal when social functions come up Saturday, and figure out a way to fuel my long run the next day, but Saturday has become so rushed and crazy, it’s the busiest day of the week. Yikes! I’ve also learned that finishing a long run in the Texas summer heat, and going straight from run to shower, means general misery the rest of the day. For some reason, my body needs at least 10 minutes or so to cool down before a shower, or I spend the rest of the day feeling like I have a mild hangover, like I never quite “normalize” post run. So bring on the Sundays!