Yesterday I never got around to running, so feel a little blah about that. This morning I intended to run 2 miles while pushing a cantankerous non-jogging stroller. I made it 1.5 miles. That's still better than nothing, nevertheless, I felt lame. Battling a little discouragement. Why am I so tired? I've been getting good sleep. . . . I do have a very sore throat, but it doesn't seem to be progressing into a real illness. Oh well, just keep on keeping on, right? Ying and yang.
This evening I really enjoyed taking my 6 year old for a run. He did a good mile at what seemed a pretty confortable pace to me--probably about 12 min. I feel so proud of him that I didn't even think about getting tired or wanting to stop. |