Chug-along-chica!

3 miles on the treadmill, slow. Absolutely no problem with the toe, which was slightly disconcerting. I probably should have run on Saturday...dang.

Hey, since I've decided this is my off season and I'm not feeling all that inclined to race, I've come up with a new goal to help keep me motivated.  I just checked back on the blog to see what my record is for most consecutive days of running since I started up running and blogging over a year ago.  It is 24 (Sundays don't count).  It was right after I humiliated myself at the Provo City Half, and right before my recent break-through 5K.  So here are the rules: must be at least 2 miles.   OK, I guess there's only one rule.  But anyway, let the games begin!  Today is day one.  Hopefully I will make it to day 25 and beyond!    

And in other news, I moped around the house in my pjs today until the day was half over because I was sulking that my parents left for home this morning.  We had such a nice visit with them!  If I were to design a heavenly life for me and I was completely in charge, my parents would live in our cul de sac, along with the rest of my siblings and several other dear friends. It would have to be a big cul de sac, I guess. There'd be several people from the blog there, too, and running buddies galore. And summers wouldn't be so dang hot...I could go on and on...

In other news, my little brother just got engaged!!! I am happy for him.

Day TWO of my longest string of running days ever... 

1.65 outside this morning. I got out a little late and I couldn't finish on the treadmill because one of my little guys woke up early.

2.35 on the treadmill tonight. Since I recently *ahem* fell off my treadmill, I actually hooked myself up with the little safety thing. It's supposed to stop the treadmill if I fall or whatever. But what actually ends up happening is that I inadvertently pull the string with my arms while running and it puts the mileage counter back at zero...so I have to start it up again and add up the fractions of how much I think I probably ran to see how much more I have to do. I did that FOUR times. No wonder I never use that darn thing. It would be nice if things that made us safer were also convenient (unlike carseats! But don't worry I still use them).

Day three

I never would've run today if it weren't for the challenge. I spent the day traveling to Chicago to meet my new sister-in-law. By the time we were all done visiting and I was finally back at the hotel it was 11 pm. So I dragged Laura with me to the gym (to make sure I wouldn't get abducted that late at night) and got in my compulsory 2 miles. Poor Laura! She sat there and fumed about the weird Chicagoans we had met that day--and there were many. It was quite an adventure. Have you ever had cab drivers argue over who gets to take you somewhere? It is most uncomfortable. A different cab driver got into a shouting argument with another commuter while we were in the car. Weird beyond measure.

Day four

Traveled back from Chicago. I know, a short trip! Got in late, dragged myself through 2 miles on the treadmill again.

Day 5

I am taking a rest week...I guess. I just don't seem to want to run, but running only 2 miles seems like nothing, and for that I am grateful.

Day 6 

Today is our anniversary--11 years! Love you James!