I was only able to ‘hit’ the pavement three times this past week. The goal was four…but sometimes things get in the way…you know?
The plan on Sunday night (which would have been my fourth run) was to do 7km..but instead Sunday went a little something like this…after taking care of my little sickly daughter who lay on the couch with a fever all day, and cleaning up after the ‘quasi’ birthday party we had for our ten year old I begrudgingly got dressed to go for my run. IPod in ear I announced to my husband that I would see him around 9pm, and then I headed for the door. Thinking to check the time; for the purpose of timing my run, I noticed that it was 8:50pm already…DAMN Daylight savings! The day just got away with me.
I go to bed between 9pm and 9:30pm, so needless to say… I promptly took off my running gear and got ready for bed…so much for that.
This week is my last training week before I head into my ‘taper’ week. That means this week I’ve got to be on the ball. It’s looking like the weather is going to co-operate…now to figure out a way to avoid my sick family…
Although I don’t “Love” running on my lunch hour, it would seem it’s the best time for me to go. It’s great as far as the paths go, and it’s easy to fit in over my lunch as I really don’t do anything anyways… BUT..I come back with matted hair and make-up smears… and well it’s a good think nobody really talks to me at work. Another bonus about running at lunch is that my evenings are then ‘free’…well as ‘free’ as my evenings are..if you can really even call them ‘free’.
I’m doubtful at this point that I will be able to run 8km without stopping; I’m okay with this. It wasn’t my initial goal, but I’m still doing it… right? I can’t be too hard on myself I suppose.
For those interested, I still have not quit smoking. You know it actually shames me to say that, but it’s true.. sadly. This quitting thing sucks..but alas I will save this topic for another blog entirely.
I’m starting to feel nervous about race day; nervous and excited. Excited because there is so much positive energy at the start of a race (I only know this because I volunteered last year); it’s a great thing to be a part of….nervous because I don’t want to be a total FLOP.
Here’s to a rigorous training week!
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