Excuses! Excuses!.....or are they good reasons?

My husband, Mark is back to work this week. He's been leaving at six-thirty in the morning and not getting home until seven in the evening. When I started running several weeks ago my goal was to run at least three times a week. Today is Thursday and my last run was Monday. It is still to cold and the roads to narrow to take Sophie out in The BOB with me. But even if it was warm enough, I've been "out" these last three days, visiting friends.

These outings for lunch have really been all day events. Leaving at 10 or 11 in the morning after Sophie's second morning feed and not returning home until four or so. By the time I've finished feeding her at 4pm, burped and changed her its nearly five and time to start thinking about making dinner before she needs to feed again at seven. And then the day is gone.

I had grand ideas this morning that I would pump a bottle (which I did) so that Mark could feed Sophie when he came home at seven and I could go to the gym and run (which I have not) for a multitude of reasons. I've talked myself out of making the drive down to the gym: I want to spend time with Mark, since I haven't seen since a brief and sleepy kiss as he was leaving and I was getting up to feed Sophie early this morning; I want to be here for story time before bed--a new ritual we love; and I want to spend time as a family. I could call them excuses, but I was convinced that they were good reasons.

I guess part of getting back into running is realizing that independence and flexibility are not as readily available as they once were, and learning to work with that fact. Some days that may mean I choose my family and some days I may choose running. Today I'm choosing my family. The road will be there tomorrow.

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