I love sleep, and weather is an asshole

I had such grand plans. I truly did. I was going to run on Wednesday, rest on Thursday, run on Friday morning, wake up early to run on Saturday. Wake up early to run on Sunday. Rest on Monday. None of that happened. Even the days that I planned to rest? I really didn’t rest.

Wednesday was raining. Like, really raining. I don’t mind the rain – my first 5k was in a rain storm. My first, successful 100k bike ride was in a monsoon. But, as we’re in that part of the year where winter turns to spring, my allergies go on high alert. And with my allergies on high alert, it doesn’t take much to get me into “I have a cold” territory – and running in the rain seems to tempt fate. So, I didn’t run. I, in fact, chose to spin (my thinking being that it’s better to do something than nothing). So, I start up Super Troopers and my phone rings. “Hmmm, it sure is funny to have my phone ring at 5 in the morning on a Wednesday” I think to myself…it’s work. There’s a major issue.

Well, “major issue” means different things to different people – and the issue was not “major,” but I don’t do well with “there’s an issue, just let it be” when you interrupt my plans . . . so I did not even spin. I did, however, manage to run that afternoon. I was home, so I might as well do something, and CJ was napping, but Leila was fussy – so into the jogging stroller she went. I’m not sure if she was awake or asleep, but she was quiet, and when I finished and got her out of ths stroller, she had a great big smile on her face.

So, Thursdays are Duffy’s days to run, so Duffy ran on Thursday morning, and I took a rare “no band” Thursday night off. The next few days made me rethink that decision.

Friday morning, I woke up with a sore throat (this has progressed into a “productive cough,” which is as fun as it sounds when you Google it, but, really, is not all that uncommon for me) and took things lightly. Then my world took me into King of Prussia for the afternoon, which turned into dinner with friends, which meant that I got home at 10pm . . . so there was no work out.

You know what I love? Sleep. Saturday was going to be a big day for me – I had to take all three of my pets to the vet for a yearly checkup, and then one of my best friends had an all-day bachelor party planned. So, if I wanted to run, it had to be at like 5am. And it was Saturday, and I love sleep. Didn’t happen, and I still don’t feel all that guilty about it. I slept, I parented, I took the animals to the vet, I bought liquor, I went to the party.

I got home from the party at about 1 in the morning…so running at 5AM on Sunday? Yeah, wasn’t going to happen. The kids slept horribly, and the dogs were in their “hey, are you awake yet?” mode as soon as both of my little darlings were asleep, so I went to take them for a walk. But, alas, it was raining again. I managed 30 minutes of spinning until it was time for me to get myself ready for church.

Mondays are my “early day” at work, where I’m in at 6. So, if I want, I can run Tuesday afternoon, or get back on my schedule on Wednesday.

In the grand scheme of things, I’m still quite on track – it will be two weeks between “big runs” come a Saturday run, but I think it’s quite possible (I’m thinking about going back to my first “big run” location, just for nostalgia sake), but that May 1 marathon is approaching. Despite the fact that clothes are fitting me better, I’m nervous. But, despite bachelor party snacks by the fistful, I’m eating well, and I’m hardly a bump on the log. I got this.