After such an amazing run on Sunday, I kinda started to think I was untouchable. Well, karma told me that cocky is just not my style, apparently. I am in a predicament right now because hubby is gone off and on for the next few months. Right before my marathon. In the toughest part of my training. So, he'll be home on weekends, but most (meaning all) of my weekday runs will involve the jogger. That would be fine if I weren't really getting into the nitty gritty now. It has already proved to be a bit of a challenge.
I set out yesterday with the idea of an easy five-miler in my head. My legs were still a slight bit fatigued, but not enough to make me stay home. I've done a million outings with the jogger, and it IS a bit harder, but not usually like that. Apparently jogger + pms + tired legs + pissy kids = really really rough five miles. I didn't quit and I didn't walk though, so I guess that's still a win?
Well, today was supposed to be eight miles. Tomorrow six, Friday 3-4. It didn't happen. I got in six rough miles and called it quits. The kids are growing weary of it too. We stopped a ton for snack breaks, rock throwing, caterpillar rescues (goodness forbid they get on the trail!!!), and the random screaming match. The kids are beginning to think that mommy is crazy and the jogger is a trap. I need a new way to make it magical again. Ideas???
So that all being said, I've been known to stray quite a bit from my plan and still get the mileage in, but I'm not sure I can keep it up now. I have a neighbor that I may be begging to babysit twice a week, just so I can run alone. Or I'll get a temporary gym membership, and then I can run AND shower in peace.
So that is my predicament. It isn't worth crying over, as most people have much worse problems. But it annoys me nonetheless. I just have to look at the positive in it--once I'm done with all these 100lb jogger runs, I'll be a hoss. And running alone will feel great.
What are your workout obstacles right now? Maybe we can all work together to find solutions. Ones that don't involve valium and duct tape, preferably.
(Disclaimer--I in no way, shape, or form blame this on hubby. He is awesome at his job and I will always support him. Mama just needs to vent at times.)
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