Moms (like everyone actually), only have so much time in a day. Mess with a mom’s (or anyone’s, actually) “window of run” and you’ll be sorry.
Unfortunately, people like my hairdresser yesterday, don’t know about the window of run, the small amount of time in a day that one has to get their run in. My plan for Monday was: hang out with T Junior, drop T Junior off at day care, hair appointment, run 6×400’s in clothes I plan to wear on race day, pick up T Junior, come home and make dinner.
But it went more like this: hang out with T Junior, drop T Junior off at day care, haaaaaaiiiiirrrrr appppppointmentttttttttt x 4 hours, home, change for run, realize I only have 30 minutes and I can’t get 6×400’s with 1-minute RI’s and a warm up and cool down done in that, walk for about 20 minutes on the treadmill instead while being angry about missing my run, change back into jeans, pick up T Junior, get home, pour glass of Malbec.