This weekend was the first time in months that I haven't had to do a long run or any kind of training run for that matter. And it was a fabulously refreshing feeling.

I took advantage of my feeling of laziness and let myself sleep until 11 on Saturday morning, and finally managed to pry myself out of bed by 1 p.m. because I needed food. It was awesome.

I spent the rest of the day reading until it was time to head out for my roommate's birthday celebration, which led me to stay out until like 2 a.m., indulge in one drink (more than my normal zero) and collapse into bed exhausted.

I spent yesterday with my friends from college at Sunday in the Country, a giant country music concert that started at noon and ended at 10 p.m. There were eight different acts and lots of great music. And oh man I have never seeeeen so many trashy people in one place. Marcy would have loved it.

I think the highlight was when two 30ish-year-old woman got in a catfight about five feet from our blanket. I'm talking rolling on the ground, pulling each other's hair, clawing at each other with their nails. Un-freakin-believable. I didn't realize people actually acted like that.

So that was highly amusing and just contributed to the awesomeness of Sunday in the Country.

A small part of me missed the lazy, I- just-graduated-from-college-and-have-no-real-responsibilities life.

But this morning I felt kind of like hell. I feel like I gained ten pounds and could sleep for days. My body's like what the heck did you just do?

Plus I think a bigger part of me is already looking ahead to what's next on the race calendar and is maybe excited to get back to regular running. I'm not pinning myself down to anything yet. If I have the energy I'm sure I'll run today. If not I'll go tomorrow. I guess that's the beauty of not having a big race looming.