Why run on the original "day of rest?"

Sunday, May 9th: Mother's Day:

I don't think I could have completed a half mile run today, let alone eight miles. I have been affected by a particular affliction today, sometimes known as "hair of the dog." Ok, yes, I'm hungover ... painfully so. I attended the Cinco de Mayo party at some friends' place in Erie last night. With everything that's going on lately, one might think that I could easily find reasons to frequent the nearby liquor store as a coping mechanism. One would have been correct a couple of months ago. But I actually haven't been contributing to the alcohol industry in the past month and a half or so. I don't like how I feel the next day, both physically and emotionally, and it keeps me awake. Not worth it.

But last night I used the party as a distraction and drank my face off - who would be able to help themselves anyway with a keg of belgian ale - mmmm. Needless to say, I was a very cheap drunk, who paid dearly for my over-consumption all through today. And on Mother's Day, too.

I wasn't worried that I didn't run today ... there was no voice in my head that even considered pushing me forward ... that little voice was sleeping off its hangover. I was just impressed with myself that I was able to load the kids, the camera, and the stroller out to Benson Sculpture Garden for a leisurely walk around the nationally renowned sculpture show.

Why would one schedule the long runs of training on Sunday, anyway: the day that was originally deemed the "day of rest?" (I guess running isn't really work per se, but it was just another logical reason to make myself feel better for nursing myself back to health rather than running for an hour and a half.)