Come Sunday morning though I was determined. I had not run since Tuesday and I needed a run both physically and mentally. Sometimes it helps to have a friend waiting for you to encourage you to get up and out that door. So 7 am Sunday morning I met Pigeon for run at our usual place.
I had told her we could do 6 with the option for 8. Considering I've only been running 4 miles randomly this week I had no idea how I would be feeling. I woke up to swollen eyes, a running nose and sneezing my head off. That meant only one thing . . . it was going to rain later today. My allergies can tell you when it is about to rain. Some people feel better with rain, I feel ten times worse.
Our run was nice. We caught up on all areas of life. Pigeon finishing a big job at work and ready for her vacation. Me and my invalid husband, sleepless potty training child and the fact that our friends were running the NIKE Women's Marathon and we were not there to cheer them on.
Pigeon gave me an "assignment" before we parted ways on Sunday. She wanted me to start doing something for ME. She said she didn't want to read my blog and read stories about Vans and how I am doing everything for Vans and the Peanut and yet not doing what I love to do as well. As a mother, that is hard, you put your family first.
When your spouse is down and out, you jump to the call of duty and you try and help them. When your kid is sick or needs help, everything else in the world goes away and nothing else matters but that little being you carried for 9 months.
Still, I understand her point and her purpose. I am starting to show signs of being stressed. I normally don't get stressed easily. I mean, I was going weeks at a time of little to no sleep while training for an ultra and yet didn't stress much about it. Now, I am stressing, we're purchasing a new home, selling an old home, I have a husband with essentially one leg, a toddler who is in the midst of potty training and supposedly I am supposed to be training for a half marathon in addition to working a side job that I do really like. I think I might have to let that half marathon go or at the very least, the idea of finishing in any sort of decent time.
Still, my goal for the week is to try and get some extra exercise in if I can. This might mean going to bed at 11 pm and waking up at 5 am but so be it . . . wish me luck.