Apparently I have built up some guns over the past few months of lower mileage and strength work. I am not sure how or if they will serve me during the Boston marathon unless I end up doing a bear crawl towards the end when my legs are blown out from the Newton Hills.
At any rate, I decided to get out there today and hit the pavement since I went to bed at 8:30 p.m. last night and slept in until 7. After two days off from running and ten and a half hours being horizontal, I was ready to get out there and burn off some Cheez-its.
On New Year’s Eve I did a strength workout, since I’ve already made it a habit and everything. And just like clockwork, I hobbled around yesterday like an old lady due to hamstring soreness.
Today there were no excuses. I know it is time to get going on increasing mileage, even though my routine won’t be set until the kids go back to school (I will miss them but I will enjoy the luxury of having a complete thought once again.)
Besides getting back into marathon mode, I am also looking into some Apps to help me organize my home life.
Three that I found interesting:
Motivated Moms costs $5.99, though you can download a Lite version from iTunes for free. This one looks promising, but the name depresses me.
Next I found Cozi Family which is a free app (with advertising) that syncs your family calendar so that Junior can look at it when you fail to pick him up from soccer practice on time. (Mom—manicure appointment). Just kidding. Moms don’t do that sort of thing.
And finally the ChorePad app looked promising as well. Middle and I loved looking through the demo and seeing that “Tyler” had more chores before 8 a.m. than most janitors do in a week. The designer sure must have been a “Motivated Mom.” Or possibly a witch.
If I decide not to use one of the apps to get myself in line, I might just do my own thing on a Google calendar; mainly because I am not so sure I am cut out for this motivated, cozi family sort of thing.
And most of the people these things cater to seem kind of creepy to me anyway. You hear that “Tyler?”