Well, well, well. What a week. WHAT A WEEK. Sick kids, and I mean like really sick kids. I won’t go into details because I don’t want to re-live it, but I’m hoping my youngest two don’t get whatever the older ones got, and let’s just leave it at that.
I’ve been super anxious lately. My family doctor gave me a call on Saturday morning just to touch base, and she talked me off the ledge. She’s awesome. I’m so thankful for her! And honestly, I’m really happy and I feel positive and optimistic and all those things–I’ve never really struggled with depression. It’s just at night where I panic, I don’t know, I guess about not sleeping. All of my stress comes out of my body in the middle of the night, probably because that’s the only time I’m not actively moving, organizing, keeping people alive. Directly. I can usually self-regulate but postpartum hormones deplete my brain of rational thoughts. I dunno. It just happens.
But anyway, now I’m typing this out with one hand while Jesse fusses in the carrier so I can’t really go into too much detail, but this is how my 62 mile week played out:
Monday- I pushed Jesse in the stroller for an easy 7 miles!
Tuesday- This was a frustrating run! Jesse napped in 20 min intervals so I had to keep hopping on and off the treadmill. I eventually made it to 10 miles.
And then this is where our week went to hell in a hand basket…
Wednesday- 9 miles
Thursday- 9 miles
Friday- 8 miles
Saturday- 7 miles
Sunday- 12 miles with 9 tempo miles at goal marathon race pace (average 6:47 min/miles)
I am REALLY happy with today’s run. <—- huge understatement and I wish I could write more but this is hard with one hand and I’m starving.