Runner. Mother. Wife. I started running to lose weight. I have lost over 50 lbs. I have done 2 half marathons, one full marathon, a duathlon, and two triathlons. Next up? My goal is to be happy. Be healthy. Be active. Challenge myself in ways I never dreamed of until I started this journey. Running is what got me started, but I recently discovered I love biking. Who knows where the road will take me.
This pretty much sums up how my day went.
I am wavering between drinking lots of beer and eating lots of food or going to have a good long cry in the shower where no one can hear me.
I know it has to do partly with my workouts and the fact that I am missing them. I have the kids all day and S comes over most days to help with siding. When my husband gets home at 4, I used to be able to run to the gym and get a workout in, de stress, and feel normal again.
With the house, that’s not happening. He gets home at 4 and we work until 8, only breaking to eat dinner. I have been gone the last three weekends at races and yesterday immediately after driving 5 hours, I got right to work on siding again until dark.
My kids have been rockstars, keeping themselves busy reading books, jumping on the trampoline, riding bikes and four wheelers around the yard and whatever that sounds like fun where we can see them.
I am just not getting the time. I feel extremely selfish to tell my hardworking husband that I can’t work on the house because I need a workout.
I don’t know what to do? Take August off from training? Give myself the leeway to get a run in here or there when time allows and just try to power through mentally?
Or set some boundaries on the house work for both of us, and let go of the fact that it won’t get done on the timeline we gave ourselves?
Some pictures my sister in law took of the storm rolling in last night at the campground.
I am up, showered, and ready for coffee. I can either walk to the coffee shop or wait for everyone in the tent to wake up.
I am ready to head home.
I abandoned the tent and moved to the truck. All of my blankets and pillows are wet and I was already cold, so sleeping in a leaky tent didn’t sound like it was the way to go for me. Everyone else has managed to find a somewhat dry spot in the tent for now.
This is Mr. V. He was our coach. He was the most motivational person I have ever met. I want him to run marathons with me and just yell inspirational things at me on the course. He is the best.
With him leading us, we managed to shave off 11 seconds from the teams previous PR!!
Our goal the four of us “young bloods” came up with was 2 min 45 seconds. The team had never gotten under 3:00 before. We managed to get to 2:49 and it was glorious!
We even won a Spirit Award, which is awesome.
I may have even cried with a complete sense of accomplishment and knowing we gave 100% out on the water.
Definitely doing it again next year.