Recovery and the road ahead

You know, if I was a more forward thinker, I might have sat down last week and tried to get a better feel for how I was going to handle things with Eric leaving for another work trip today. Instead, I waited until yesterday afternoon. Because of that, and how things look like they’ll turn out, I’ve ended up with a stretch of five straight days of running, today being day four. I didn’t want to do that sort of thing, but I’m not having any pain, and being aware of the potential risk of tendinitis flare-ups lets me be more cautious. I did my four miles today very conservatively, holding back to as slow a pace as I could. I’ll try to do the same tomorrow, while Gabe’s in preschool (the only times I’ll be able to run outside sans stroller for the next week and a half).

Sam, this morning: “Well, it was nice having Dad here…” (Mind you, he hasn’t had to travel since July.)

CAN’T WAKE UP TODAY! Sitting here staring at the computer with glazed eyes isn’t helping, either. I’m off to drink more water, the hoop through which I’m forcing myself to jump in order to get another cup of coffee today.