So let’s see. The last you heard from me (unless you following me on Daily Mile and/or Twitter), I was broken. Broken was no fun. But last Wednesday I got on the treadmill to give the foot a chance. I was slated for 4 miles and it felt pretty good. I did start to feel twinges towards the end so I stopped at 3.5. And then iced and rested some more. I went into my long run on Saturday knowing I wanted to at least do 8 miles and hopefully 10. I was nervous, but Saturday morning I got up, had some breakfast and headed out. The first 5 miles were pretty good, but it was warmer than it had been 2 weeks prior and I felt it in my lungs which ultimately affected my muscles. I had no pain in my foot at all and I did complete 10 miles, much slower than I wanted to, but I completed it nonetheless.
My goals? Well, let’s see. I’m not accomplishing the kid one. I’m trying, but there’s been a lot of stress going on in the family with sickness and death, so I’ve been trying to hold it all together in addition to the extra burdens. (Which I gladly carry, but they are still burdens to carry.) The reading? Well, I’m reading. Maybe not hitting the goals of 3-4 times a week, but definitely reading. And the Saturday before last, T and I had a nice little date night of movie watching and wine drinking which was very lovely. It was nice to just hang out and relax.
So, I am succeeding. This weekend’s run will be tough for me – 14 miles, but it will get done!