Last Friday I got in a 7-mile tempo run before my kids went to school & daycare. It was one of the best runs I have had all summer. That was 8 days ago, and I haven't run at all since then.
That Friday, my husband and I took a quick overnight trip to go to a concert. We had a little too much fun, as I expected we would. I never had any plans of running that Saturday, so that day wasn't a loss. Sunday was supposed to be 13 miles around 5:30 in the morning. I was too comfy back in my own bed snuggling with my 3-year-old, so I decided to put it off until Sunday evening. On Sunday, I got caught up in the ridiculous panic that overcomes our coastal community anytime a tropical storm or hurricane approaches. I spent the day monitoring weather reports & taking stock of my pantry, battery supply, etc. It never seemed like a good time to take a break for running. The rest of the week just got worse. School was cancelled for 2 days, my husband was out of town, and I still had to go to the office. It was a downward spiral -- no running made me sleep poorly, so I never had the energy to get out of bed at 5 a.m. to run. I drank too much coffee and I was a cranky, jittery mess.
I am so grateful for this 3-day weekend. I didn't run today, but I have a date with a 20-miler tomorrow morning. I sure hope I can handle it.
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