Last night was the third race in the Folsom Lake Trail Runner Series. The course was Beal's Point, my least favorite. I don't know what it is about this course but it kicks.my.butt. Every time. Last night was no exception other than it REALLY kicked my butt more than usual. Let's go back shall we?
The Peanut has had a very rough week. Yes, two year olds can have rough weeks too. Poor kid scraped her knee at daycare this week and literally has zero skin on her knee cap. It hurts her to move, wear pants and yes, sleep. Not long after scraping her knee, we were in the pharmacy buying some medicine for said knee when she tripped (due to her knee not being able to bend) and face planted (hard) onto the hard tiled floor of the pharmacy. This kid has some chompers and of course one of those chompers went right smack into her lip. Gushing blood, hysterical screams and swelling started immediately. Like I said, poor kid. That was Wednesday night, the night before Thursday's race.
She (and consequently I) slept a total of 2 hours that night. Yes, 2. Now I don't want to make excuses for my poor performance on Thursday however, c'mon racing after a full 8 hour work day at a desk job (that is currently sucking the emotional life outta me) AND only having had 2 hours of sleep??? Needless to say, when I pulled into the parking lot at Beal's I was on empty big time. Not even my Vanilla Gu was enough battle my sleep deprivation.