Embrace the weirdness.
Anyway, I’m typing this out as I wait for my man to take me out for Chinese food and frozen yogurt. My body is demanding it and I’ve always heard you should listen to your body.
In a moment of rare brilliance, the children and I cleaned the house yesterday. Why was this brilliant?
After getting up at 3:50 this morning and running twelve miles, I came home, fixed myself breakfast, soaked in the tub (which was heavenly . . . minus the whole sports bra chafing on my back) and then fell asleep for two hours knowing I didn’t have any household chores hanging over my head.
The children watched a movie.
I was thrilled.
They were thrilled.
We were all thrilled.
After my nap, I did nothing.
Oh wait, I texted my husband and asked him to take me out for Chinese food and frozen yogurt, which leads me back to the beginning of this post. See how it all comes full circle?
Today’s run was hard. I was in the middle of a vicious mental battle for the last five miles. My legs were screaming at me telling me how tight and tired they were. I felt like I was swinging 100 pound tree trunks with every stride.
I drained my 50 oz. camelbak, took two salt sticks and ate two peanut butter GUs.
By the way, burping up peanut butter GU while running is . . . rather gross. #tmi
Now, seeing my time after I was finished made all of it worth it. I cut ten minutes off. Sweet.
I’m hoping, like really really really hoping, for a big fancy new PR. I haven’t come up with a specific time goal yet. I’m afraid if I do and I share it on the blog, I might completely flop that day and then look like a goober. More of a goober than usual.
A week from tomorrow . . . it’s on.
Or something like that.
P. S. I’m starting to get a bit nervous. Who wants to hold my hand?