Heavy-lidded
Posted by Carrie on 25 Jun 2008 | Tagged as: Completely random, Familial things, Fitness and Health
Everybody else in the family slept in a little later than usual today. It’s grey out there, all somber clouds and leaves turned up hopefully, and it’s excellent sleeping weather. Eric had to drag the boys out of their beds so we could be ready in time to leave.
I, too, had a hard time getting up, though I did it earlier than anybody else. I chuckle sometimes when people ask me about my motivation, because there are always days like today, when my brain began cringing at the thought of running from about 5:00 onward. (My inner clock likes wake me early to preemptively agonize.) “Is that a thunderstorm coming? If it’s a thunderstorm, then I can put off the running decision for a couple of hours…go to the gym or not. So tired. Maybe I didn’t wash my good sports bra. No, I did…was that thunder I just heard, or a motorcycle?” In the end, I mentally kicked myself in the butt (the contortion required got added onto my stretching time) and just got up and did it.
Even so, I still feel like I’m about to fall asleep in my chair. 
I dunno about this new training schedule. There are no off days until I’m tapering down for the race. I don’t feel like I physically need many off days right now, especially when a few of the run days are only 3 or 4 miles, but mentally? There’s something to be said for waking up and thinking, “Ahhhh, a day of relaxation,” or even, “Ahhhh, maybe I’ll take a nice walk or a bike ride today.” I can go for a walk or bike ride on top of the run, of course, but sometimes I just don’t wanna. We’ll see, though; I’ll give it the old college try, which means more than one week before dropping out. 
Mornings around here have evolved into me having to be up, dressed, coffeed, and in the car before eight o’clock; both Eric and Sam have to be at their respective morning institutions by eight, so it makes sense for me to play chauffeur for both of them. (I suppose I could just give the car to Eric in a pinch and let him drop off Sam, but I prefer to have the car handy during the day.) It’s throwing off my old rhythm, which allowed me to linger over that cup of coffee or even eat a light breakfast with it, but I’ll adapt. I feel like George Jetson, dropping them off; yesterday, when the drop-offs included ultimately depositing Gabe in the gym childcare, I nearly called him “my boy, Elroy.” 
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