Today I exercised my right to be fickle, to take a second inactive Rest Day in the course of a week.  Although my training plan leaves room for such flexibility, having more than one day per week where I do nothing physical is not a choice I usually make.  I had every intention of grabbing a few easy miles- from the time I woke through coffee and breakfast with the family, dropping my son at his pre-game practice, watching his baseball game, and finally coming home to fall asleep on the couch (all while clad in running clothes).  I’m still trying to convince myself that I was simply listening to my body rather than heeding the call of my nagging mind.  Intellectually I know rest is a basic element of marathon training, that rest is essential to success.  Yet still I am riddled with irrational guilt, hoping this decision  to be sedentary won’t soon come back to bite me in the butt.