Yesterday as I was noting how amazing it feels to run six miles per day do strength work and perform all of my other house and work-related duties without falling apart mentally or physically by 8:30 p.m., I had this idea that I might be on to something.
(Preferred title: Becky’s build-a-butt workshop. However, I didn’t want to scare anyone away.)
Since everyone was focused on Youngest this weekend, I could sense that Charlie needed a little TLC today.
This week I will need to sleep in every single day just to recover from Youngest’s recent birthday party, never mind running or yoga.
I cannot tell you how nice it was to wake up early for a race, but not to have to actually run in it.
First of all let us all heed this advice, which I am finding particularly problematic at the moment considering that just yesterday I had an official runner’s meltdown out on a trail where you could hear my hiccups and bawling for miles and miles.
I had to rush through my run, drills and strength work today to get over to the middle school for a twice-yearly event called “lunch on the lawn.” They invite the parents to “picnic” with their student while conversing awkwardly with other parents.
So I squatted myself right out of getting a single mile out of my legs today.
After two weeks of driving myself mad with uncertainty I hit the road today for an easy 4-miler.
Some of my friends have remarked that I seem unusually for not having run a single step for almost two weeks.