Monday - 3 mile walk with Pete and B. I debated running a mile in there, but my legs felt creaky so I opted not to.
Tuesday - I ran 4 miles in the afternoon and it felt like 40. I felt like I was fighting for every step. The stroller felt heavy, my legs felt dead and I just couldn't wait for it to be over. I'm not sure if I felt so tired and old because I'd run long on Sunday and then walked on Monday or if it was the humidity or if it just a yuck run. But at least I did it:
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| Somehow managed to negative split too. Go figure? |
Wednesday - P and I took the kids to the beach. It was just too nice not to:
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| My two favorite guys! |
Thursday - a very not fun 12 hours at work.
Friday - Pete, B and I ran in the afternoon and had a great run. I have no idea what made it so much better than Tuesday. Was it rest? Was it weather? Was it attitude? I am not sure. But it was great and I was so happy about it!
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Sunday - was supposed to do a 5K according to the training plan. I woke up feeling like crap. Literally, I felt like I'd been drugged. I was sluggish, my throat hurt, I could barely keep my eyes open. So I fed Pete and crawled back into bed. I cuddled with P and fell asleep with my head on his chest - one of my most favorite things. We woke up, cooked pancakes for Pete and had a lovely, lazy Sunday morning before heading to Pete's great-grandmother's birthday party. It was perfect. I'm glad that I listened to my body. Do I feel "guilty" for not running? A little bit, yes. But I think the break will do more good than pushing it and feeling miserable.
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