First I must say last night I had a terrible night's sleep. It took me awhile to actually fall asleep, and not long after, Caleb woke up crying. After he was safely tucked back into bed, it again took me awhile to get back to sleep, and then Caleb woke up again. I was too tired to put him back in his bed, so the rest of the night was all elbows and feet in my back, until the train woke me up at 5:47, just like always, even though the tracks are a mile from my house. Argh.
This was my mentality upon waking: the last thing I want to do is run. I tried to tame my wild garden in the morning, my allergies are bothering me...I had so many excuses.
Then I sqeezed in a nap while the kids were sleeping, and I felt a litle better. I still didn't want to run and put it off, even though Mr. Neitzel took the kids to the farm so I could get in a run, but I thought about Sasha encouraging me to run 6 days a week. So I went out.
My run was an easy one. Ran to the track, ran 1.5 miles on the track (faster 400 with slower 100--all 400s at 2 min or under), ran home. Glad I went out. | 