It was the first time since the end of June (except while we were on vacation) that I didn’t make an active decision to not run. Every day for over a month I’ve decided if I was running and figured out when I would do it. Monday, I planned to run. I had the boys with me all day and I ran around like crazy, packing and cleaning and running errands and… I planned to go out when Beer Geek got home, but he had a meeting run late. I planned to hit the treadmill while the boys played Wii, but I got sidetracked getting things ready. I planned to run while they were eating, but decided I was hungry. I planned to run after the kids were in bed, but I started paying bills. I planned to run when I got done, but I finally admitted defeat and gave in to being tired and having a sore foot. (Who knew such a small spot could hurt so darned bad? I gave birth without drugs and I’m popping advil for a plantar wart? Really?)
I think the problem was that I forgot to put it on the “to do” list.
Tuesday’s To Do List
- Everything else that needs doing.
(3 miles barefoot on the treadmill with 4 x800 at 10k pace in a SKIRT at 5:55 am – there are so many things in that statement that are out of the norm for me LOL)