I'm not sure the pace on the 8 miles but it was at a good clip. I wish I knew, but I'm counting it as maybe a 6 mile tempo run. After the first couple of miles I realized I was really buzzing along to get back to my sister's. Her two kids were going to a friend's house so it would have been just her home alone if it weren't for the fact that my three kids were breathing in her face. I got back just as her boys were getting ready to go to their friends so she should have had a relaxing, quiet home to herself, but then I started talking...and talking...and talking. And she did what she does well as a sister and listened to me and told me I was ok and right. I like that in a sister.
So the husband went back to work again for the next six months. We had the best 15 days ever with him while he was here. It really was a happy, easy, wonderful, idyllic little time for us. Now I get to count down to him being home for a good long time and hopefully we never have to do another year where we only get to hold hands for fifteen days of it again.
I was hoping for higher mileage, but I couldn't get out to my sister's in time what with the unexpected's that kids and husband's checking in by phone can throw at a gal. This week has been completely off kilter.
16 at 8:09 or something like that. It felt pretty good although I did realize at the last few miles that I was getting a little whoozy. When I got back to my sister's house she needed to run to her older son's school to do their valentines party so I said I could watch her little boy along with my kids while she was gone. And then, whammo, I got hit by dizziness and nausea that about had me on the floor. She rushed and got me a glass of water and after drinking a couple of glasses I started to come around. I got a few bites of a sandwich down which seemed to hurt more than it helped at first, but as soon as my body got the energy all transposed like it needed to be I was much better. I really, really, really need to remember to take water and a little pick-me-up on these long runs. I know I have a camelback somewhere around here - or in our storage. I'm really afraid it is in our storage which means it is lost until September or October and I have a lot more nausea to go through.
It was such a lame week of running. I just didn't find the time or babysitters to run. The babysitting thing is getting tough. I might have to join a gym but I'm not sure how my kids would like the daycare. I'm going to go a couple more weeks post-husband being home to see what goals are really practical for me.