After two busy days of work, parenting, and cold, cold rain, I was able to get another 6K in tonight. And this run? It felt good! I felt the rhythm in my feet and it was just fine. In fact, it didn’t seem too far off my usual pace.
So, now, I’m feeling ready to run a 5K on Saturday, which is completely opposite to how I felt on Sunday. In fact, on Sunday, while I felt good after my first run back, I was ready to just give up my dreams for the season and run short distance; tonight, I feel that I can probably get back to 13 miles by the end of June.
But my decision to run on Saturday night has created some stress. Saturday is prebooked with a birthday party in the morning, followed immediately by a soccer game for Number1 and a practice for Number 2. This means that I have to pick up my race kit on Friday night, and driving on Friday night is exactly what I don’t want to be doing with my little guys in tow.
I also have the issue of finding somewhere to “park” the boys during the race. I can take them with me, but I need a friend who can watch them while I’m running. Or, I need to find a friend who will mind them for a few hours while I take off to run. Man, juggling the dudes with Daddy’s work hours can be such a challenge. It’s time to start pulling out the favour cards.
Forty-eight hours to figure things out. I can do it, I can do it…