I was really hoping I could stick to exactly what the new schedule dictates: stretching and strengthening on Mondays, lengthy runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays, cross training or a short run on Wednesdays, rest Fridays, 30-minute jog or cross training on Saturdays, and the long run on Sundays.
I know Mr. Higdon planned it that way for a reason. Plus, I’m not good at bending the rules. I’m sorta goody two-shoesish.
But it’s just not going to happen with my work schedule. By the time I get home, pick up T Junior (and chat with his daycare provider), let the dogs out to go potty and get them some water, change the baby’s clothes, find him a snack and get my running clothes on, warm up, and stretch, it’s just too late. The distances are only going to get longer and it’s only going to get darker earlier.
So I decided, since I am blessed to have three non-workdays in addition to the weekend, I should continue to take advantage of them and use Tuesdays and Thursdays as rest or stretching and strengthening days. Why fight my schedule?
Tonight, I wished I was running, though. T Junior was inconsolable. His face was painted with red and white blotches from crying so hard for so long. Snot mixed with tears and poor mama (that’s me), could not figure out what the problem was.
I tried everything. Hugs. Taking his shoes off. Going outside (which meant we had to put the shoes back on…big mistake). A snack. Water. It was The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh that saved the day at last.
Oh, Disney, what would I do without you!
Speaking of Disney, my running friend’s husband will be participating in the Disneyland Half Marathon this weekend. How jealous am I? Well, actually, not that jealous right now because I can’t run that far yet, but I’d love to be at the Happiest Place on Earth right now.
I could definitely use something like that. Or a strong drink.