Already tired, and still so far to go.

The end to a very long day, but a beginning of a very long week. The whole day has been spent running, and most of the night. Tomorrow I must once again hit the ground running. And I already hate to run. But tomorrow should be better than today, which was icky. Icky? Yeah, icky. Childish word? Yeah, probably. But I'm tired and don't really care.