I had no idea he had it in him, but apparently MFP is quite the recovery expert.
Even though I ran twice yesterday, first on the treadmill in the morning, and then again in the evening with the cross country team, somehow I expected to have myself a nice, hard workout this morning. (#coachingproblems)
I planned to run some 800’s on the track, but decided that tempo(ish) would be better due to the fact that my left butt cheek has been bothering me. Also, I am supposed to run a 5K this weekend (eek! my least favorite race distance), so I am not supposed to be out there trying to kill myself this week.
First of all, let’s get my new food obsession out of the way.
Do you remember when I couldn’t get enough of the Brooks PureFlow’s? I had four pairs of these babies over the course of two years, and then, just like that, they stopped working for me.
This book is the reason that I did not run today. I cannot tell you how long it’s been since I have read a really well-written story. Yes, I am always reading, but mostly half-heartedly. Anyway, this book is full of well-written stories, so staying up late has been totally worth it. (I do plan to run with the cross country kids later tonight, so don’t get too worried that my lifestyle is changing.)
Did you know that the best way to wake up a grumpy teenager is to plug in your Nutri-Bullet?
Well, it is.
And just like that, things are looking up on the running front.
I cannot tell you how disappointed I am in Charlie. He has been lounging around all week long since the boys started back to school, not even feigning nostalgia for the wild days of summer when they were creating chaos in his midst all day long. He doesn’t even pretend to miss them. He snores, eats, takes another nap, eats again. It’s pathetic.
It didn’t take long for us to settle right back into our school routine. Youngest is a bit disgruntled, though, because now Middle has been sucked into the vortex of high school cross country with Oldest and is absent daily until around the time when people with full-time jobs come rolling through the door.
He is so bored that he is re-reading a series of books for the third time.
As for me, I am finally able to take on a few more coaching clients, as well as blog everyday. And help coach the youth cross country team.
I am loving the grind, so much so that I am doing the same thing in my running.
I am smack dab in the middle of the pre-season fall half-marathon grind. Meaning that I am running a few miserable runs each week to prepare body for a new training cycle. This also means that I often want to stop running and sit down and cry like a baby about five times during these runs.