yesterday was long & busy. i don’t do well sitting in one place for very long & yesterday, that’s mostly what i did. i managed to get a quick late run in right at dusk, which was a beautiful surprise, expecially with my daughter on her bike beside me.
today…i knew i’d wanna jump on my bike. i knew i’d wanna take tomorrow off because on Sunday morning, i’m running a trail 5K at my daughter’s school. i always take off the day before a race, big race or small race. just a good idea, i think.
got on my bike & wasn’t feeling the power surge i normally feel. i had fuel in the tank – strawberry/banana smoothie made by yours truly…hmmmm….wazzup? i cut myself the slack that i obviously needed & decided just to enjoy my planned ride, no pressure to stay close to 20mph. i managed 20 miles, but it took me 1:20, just shy of 15 mph. then i ran. 3 & 1/2 miles at 10+ pace. i’m not sad. i’m not disappointed. i’m fine. i got a great, BIG exercise in that i’ve wanted to do for a couple of weeks. i haven’t done back to back workouts in a good while, so i was pretty happy to go through the paces. it felt good. i enjoyed myself. and now? shower! and another smoothie!
oh, can we talk? my * arrived a WEEK LATE! so, yeah, that’s always a factor, i don’t care what anyone says. it’s a factor for ME!
and, since i’m going down the more-information-than-you-care-to-know-lane, leave this post unless you have the same, sometimes off-color humor as me. i’ll wait…k, so it’s just us, right????
during that quick run last night, i ran with hand weights. when we got to the furthest point of my run, i had an urge to PURGE. i told my daughter, “i need a bathroom.” she retorted, “ME TOO!!!” “Think we can make it back to the house?” “Maybe we should find a tree?!” “No, that would not be cool.” we trudged on & raced each other into the house to take care of…business…hubs asked how my run was & i told him, “great. but if i had known the load i was carrying in my lower intestines, i never would have carried hand-weights.” the look on his face? oh, it was great. so glad i shared that with him…he did laugh, by the way; after all, we both have a pretty weird sense of humor!
k. friday is here. i have promised s’mores for the evening. i have to make dinner ahead for sunday…lasagna, i’m thinking? conge’ fundraiser at my daughter’s school on sunday & that’s an all day, very fun day that we will not miss! means Mass Saturday…