The lazy overachiever

I would never describe myself as a running overachiever. I have a healthy fear of overuse injury and generally stick to the training plan without adding on "extra credit" miles. Yesterday was an exception!

It started out with a beautiful run outside. Beautiful? A run outside in August? Yes, by some miracle, it felt like fall outside with a cool breeze! I only sweat half of my usual amount:

Normally, I'm MUCH grosser after 4 miles outside

I had a long gap of baby playtime before I could run again, but eventually she went down for her nap and I could hit the treadmill.  I had a little snack (ok, chips and tootsie rolls) and then hopped on the treadmill. I had the tail end of one episode of Buffy to watch and then the next episode since it was a 2 parter. I got so sucked into it (it was the last episode of season 2 if you must know), that I ran extra. I keep a towel over the distance display because the glow of the screen is distracting from the TV. I have one of those displays that shows your little dot "moving" along the track. So, I figured I was probably going a little extra, but it wouldn't hurt. In retrospect, I could have just stopped running and watched the end while lifting weights, but that didn't occur to me. Plus, it was easier to just keep going (see lazy part of title). I was aiming for 8 miles total and ended up with 9.7. It's ok because my plan called for 7-9 and that's close enough. :)

In my effort to be a less lame mom, I decided to take Faith to the park yesterday afternoon to kill some time give her some outlet for her energy. I went to go put her sandals on and realized they didn't fit at all anymore. Remember these cute little shoes?

Why must they insist on growing?

Her little chubby feet were falling off the back and front of the shoe, so I decided to do shoe shopping yesterday and try for the park today. We found acceptable shoes at Payless (she's in size 6 now). I hope these ones last more than a month.

I think she may have inherited her father's ginormous feet

I tried a few cute pairs of shoes and I realized 2 things:

1. My legs are looking very muscly.
2. Holy crap, heels look so silly if you have sock tan.

The shoe shopping trip helped break up the afternoon and we only ended up with a short period of feral baby time. She is obsessed with the dog's bed and the dog's cheap fleece blanket:

Woof

Since the baby wants to act like the dog, the dog has taken over the baby's role and is cuddling with her toys:

We're just friends, it's not what you think

Today is a rest day from running, which is good because I'm running 18 tomorrow and 10 on Sunday. I'm so glad that my 50 mile training plan is familiarizing me with suffering and fatigue, even early in the plan. :)

Do you rock the sock tan? 


Where's your favorite place to buy shoes?