I still can’t believe I a) registered for a half marathon and b) have completed all of my scheduled runs.
Don’t get me wrong – I love running, but I also have a very full plate (new baby, active toddler, full-time job). In the back of my mind, I think I halfway expected to fail.
Exhibit A: As I type this post on my iPhone, we just finished tucking both girls into bed. I fill the kitchen sink with warm soapy dishwater and begin gathering a day’s worth of bottles and pump parts while Tim straightens up the living room, tripping over and setting off a cacaphony of toys in the process.
On a good day, we both fall into bed feeling incredibly blessed, yet completely exhausted. On a bad day, well – let’s just say we give ourselves and each other the grace and space we need to survive (even if it means consuming a glass of sweet red wine while scrolling Facebook in the pantry).
As it turns out, running has provided me a physical outlet and an emotional escape – a release from life where I can channel all of my tension and aggression and set new, healthier intentions.
Yes, waking at 5 am after a long, sleepless night spent desperately trying to cajole a teething infant to sleep sucks. But the feeling of sweet satisfaction after completing that early morning run makes it all worth it (even if my under-eye bags do scare my coworkers). Plus, watching the sun rise over our pond works wonders for my soul.
With that said, here’s a look at the past two weeks:
Week 4 Workouts
- Monday, August 12 – 3.62 miles
- Wednesday, August 14 – 3.5 miles
- Friday, August 16 – 5.2 miles
Week 5 Workouts
- Monday, August 19 – 4.25 miles
- Wednesday, August 21 – 4.25 miles
- Friday, August 23 – 6.15 miles
Finally, I will leave you with a quote: