|Excuse me, we're trying to have a private moment here|
On Saturday morning, I got early to do a long run. I wanted to get some miles done before I met with the main group at 6:30am so I had the bright idea of doing almost 4 miles of hills to start my run. Once we all met up, one of my friends mentioned that she wanted to do 8 miles at a fast, yet consistent pace.
Before I had Cordelia, I used to do my long runs at a faster pace that I currently do, but the speed hasn't really returned yet. Despite that, I was able to hang at a sub-9 pace for 4 miles and still have a conversation so I guess my lack of speed is just a lack of work on my part. I need to do more speed work during the week. Only an idiot would only incorporate speed work into their long run.
I finished up the run with a little more than 16 miles and my legs were dead. I rocked the jean short/compression sock look when I took Faith to her swim lesson at 10am. It's a good thing that she's too young to be mortified.
It has been pouring rain all day today so I just did 5 easy paced miles (60 total miles for the week) on the treadmill and spent the rest of the morning playing referee for the kids.
|No talking, only sleep now.|
|Hey, my eyes are up here.|
The baby is old enough now that she gets bummed with Faith won't play with her. She's going to be so upset when Faith's school starts in 2 weeks and she's stuck with just me for two days a week.
|But...what will I do all day by myself?|
|Mayhem? Is mayhem an option?|
I'm sure the baby will adapt and learn to love her days of 100% mother attention. Well, as 100% as my attention ever gets. Does pushing her in a jogging stroller count as paying attention? Let's say it does.
Do you ever give something 100% of your attention? I feel like I'm always doing at least 2 things. It's hard for me to sit and just watch TV. Why just watch TV when I could also be g-chatting and writing inane blog posts?
Do people ever ask you about compression gear when you go out? I got my first question about it and it cracked me up.