Ugh! I had wanted to run last night but yesterday was so! long! It's freezing here...no, below freezing....and, I know, it's colder in Minneapolis but still.... =) Just so! cold! Anywho, because of this Isabelle's school was canceled. So she came to work with me, where she is not actually allowed to be. I brought her anyway. She did awesome! I brought our laptop so she could play games. She drew on my white board. She colored on paper. She made paper snow flakes. She played webkinz and even watched a movie. I was sad to have to go to the lab! Isabelle was having way more fun than me! And even though she was so well behaved, I was still exhausted by the end of the day. It is difficult to be 100% mommy and 100% employee, I think I average about 75% on both...not too shabby! My lab is two doors down from my office so about every 10 minutes I'd travel back to my desk to check on Isabelle. Sometimes I had to run to the upstairs lab. As a result, I got quite the number of steps in on Thursday (walking and stairs)! Naturally, I wore the wrong shoes too, so my feet were pretty sore. Plus, I was tired.
Then after work, on our way home, I realized I needed to head to my parents' house to pick up the birthday present (from them) for my niece. We're traveling there to visit tonight and I said I'd bring it with me. We did that, then stopped at BK for sandwiches (veggie burger for me!) and made it home at 8 p.m., tired, crabby, and hungry.
Finally, full and happy it was off to bath time. The kids wanted to bathe together which is fun for them but ends with a wet floor, four towels to dry the floor, and a screaming (literally), cold William who only (finally) calmed down after being fully in pjs and cuddled in bed. Fortunately, due the the age difference, I could attend to him while Isabelle finished up on her own and got ready for bed. By the time this was all said and done, including reading books, it was probably about 9:45 p.m. Needless to say, when William asked me to lay down with him, I wasn't about to argue and that is where Matt found me, asleep, when he got home at 11:15 p.m. We packed the kids' clothes for my trip today and then it was off to bed (officially) at 1:00 a.m.
Knowing that I wouldn't run this weekend and having potlucks to contend with on Saturday and Sunday, I set four alarms (three are on my cell phone) to get up at 5:00 a.m. to run this morning. I was successfully up at 5:15 a.m. thanks to my bladder...nature's alarm...and running by 5:40 a.m. after switching laundry so I would have clothes for the weekend. It was a struggle to be motivated to run when I knew I still needed to finish packing. But I decided not to think about it and just do it. "Just get in a mile and pilates," I told myself. As I was running, I was thinking about the lack of motivation and reminding myself that this is only week 2 back to running. I need to allow myself time to make it a habit again. And even if it's a habit, I'm not always going to want to run. I'm struggling with guilt over "only running" a mile or two after having clocked so many miles when training for the marathon. I'm also sorting out the "pushing myself" versus "overdoing it" mentality and physically. I don't was to do too much so that I burn myself out but I do want to push myself. I really would like to work up to running 3 - 4 miles during the week and some 5 - 6 miles on the weekend. But I don't have a running plan and that's where my issue is. So I'll work on it. There's a 10-mile race that ends at Soldier Field in May that I'm considering, especially since I've never, ever been to Soldier Field. Maybe I'll make that my goal. Anyway...since I was determined to do a mile in my tired, completely unmotivated state, I decided to push myself (mentally) to a mile and a half. Not a big push but a little one. I'm still sorting out running again afterall. I stuck to a 12-minute pace too.
Afterwards, I did the 20-minutes pilates with Mari Windsor. She's so mean to me! She kept saying, "Now we're ready for ______". But I wasn't ready! I even told her and she completely ignored me. And I am not feeling more sculpted like she said at the end. Seriously! At least she said I did a good job. That does make me smile. ;)
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