|I need this shirt...|
Let's back up... I ran 4 out of the 7 days that I was on vacation. (Woot! Go me!) Those were rough runs. Even at 6:30 a.m. it was at least 75 & humid as all hell. But I kept thinking back to last year's vacation at the beach when I was carrying around 20 extra pounds of left over baby weight and was just learning to run. If I did it then, I can certainly gut it out now. I have come so far. That kept me going on those runs. Well, that & this song...
Mentally, I was in a strong place when I got home from vacation. I woke up Sunday morning & did 4 miles at a 9:30 pace, which is awesome for me. Then it rained on Monday & I decided that mall walking was better exercise than running. I kept thinking about my awesome run on Sunday though, so when I got home from school on Tuesday I laced up my sneakers and did something unheard of. I took the stroller out running with me. I never do this.... Why? Because it is HARD! My pace hovered at about 10 min/mile though, so I didn't suck too badly. And I felt like a total badass afterwards.
But then I woke up on Wednesday & my calves were absolutely killing me. They are not accustomed to running with the stroller (but oh they will be...) I stretched them out & decided a long walk might be in order for me that day....
And yesterday morning, I did something unheard of. I ran in the morning... before I went to work. I never do that. But, I was awake & Ella wasn't home. Those three miles happened because I was scrolling through Instagram & saw Mama Laughlin pounding it out with Skinny Meg. For Gods sake, Megan is pregnant & still kicking my ass... so I ran. It sucked. My time sucked. Charlie chased every God damn squirrel in the city. It was humid as hell. But, I ran and in my book every mile counts.
What is the point of this post?
**Linking up with Miss Whitney today to #backthatazzup**