Thankfully, it's easy to forgive him now that he's so affectionate! He's learned to give kisses and wave! I caught him waving at two different strangers this morning at the post office. Thankfully, both parties waved back (thereby saving me the trouble of having to kick their behinds if they ignored my boy). However, we do have to fine tune his kissing technique a little. At present his "kiss" consists of merely leaning forward and opening his mouth, which while cute- is not likely to win over his lady friends at preschool.
Even though this week's long run should have been 10 miles, last night I deviously and excitedly hatched a plan to wake up at 5:30am and slam out 13.1. This is partly because I had such a great 9-miler last weekend and knew I could handl it- physically and psychologically. But it was also because I really, really needed to do something 'spectacular' that would make me feel like a champ again (it's been a rough week...Ry has been very sick and needy, and the overeating has been out of control).
However, thanks to piss poor planning on my part, I stayed out too late last night shopping (Roy gave me 3 hours to myself!) and then forgot to take my sleeping pill (I'm some what of an insomniac) until 10:30pm. I also forgot about a morning appointment that would have made it difficult to run those extra 3 miles. The practical/paranoid side of me also worried about overdoing it and ending up with an overuse injury versus safely pacing myself.
So I started out the run feeling both very groggy and dejected. And despite downing 6 shot bloks throughout the run, I never really found my groove. In fact, I felt tired for pretty much the entire run. Though I was able to eke out the 10, it was at a MUCH slower clip than last week and did not feel enjoyable. At all. In fact at one point during mile 2 I looked over at a rocky, jagged lava field and thought- man, wouldn't it be great if I could just stop running and take a little snooze on those rocks? And at mile 5 I remember thinking- ah hell...I think I'm just gonna call Roy and crawl under a shady tree until he comes. Preferably with a bag of chips. But of course I didn't. Because not only am I incredibly stubborn (I HATE quitting long runs unless I'm injured), but I kept trying to remind myself that it's not the awesome, powerful runs that fortify and strengthen my mind, it's the extremely exhausting, laborious difficult ones. And while that didn't make me feel a damned bit better during the run, I did feel a tiny bit of satisfaction afterward that I managed to slog through it.
On a more entertaining note, I did notice that I once again completely soaked through my running shorts. This doesn't bother me, but I'm sure it may have bothered some of the early bird senior citizens in line at the post office since they were subjected to my wet, soggy behind stretching against a handicap parking sign pole while we were all waiting for it to open. And if you're wondering if this is embarrasing to do this in such a public place...um, it is. A little. But when I'm that tired, I just don't care all that much!