The weekend was one of those "a body at rest stays at rest" type of weekends. I pretty much did a lot of nothing, which was good and not so good.
Good, because we weren't planned-to-the-max and I got to spend some quality time with kids (unfortunately not so much with DH-- he is busy busy busy). Sophie and I even did a pilates DVD and part of a yoga DVD together, at her request!
Not so good, because I ate like mad (hence the nice uptick in my weight today). I didn't feel any shame (ala Friday's post), but I felt lots of other yucky things--bloated, lethargic, pimply (does anyone else's skin get yucky after junk food blow outs?), and fat. And I didn't run or workout a lick. Even skipped my long training run (7 miles), which is b.a.d. But, oh well. Moving on.
Today wasn't much better on the yucky feelings front. It seems the older I get the longer my mid-cycle hormone dips/depressions/blahs get. This bout lasted a solid 4 days. After work today, I made myself get changed into my running clothes. The last thing I wanted to do was run, but the thing I needed most was a good workout after doing nothing all weekend. Alas, it was not to be. I'd forgotten to pack my socks and so there was no running.
I had plenty of time to drive home and get my socks and then go running, but I just didn't have it in me. So instead I went to Target and got my household shopping done. It's so nice to shop without kids asking over and over "Mommy, can I have ______." (Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to mention that I was so in need of a fix that I did something I haven't in a long time. I got a Dairy Queen chocolate dipped ice cream cone. It hurt so good.)
That errand out of the way, I then headed over to pick up Luke & Sophie at 5 p.m., when Luke's day care called and said he had a 101* fever. Oh joy. This was just getting better and better. I picked him up and then got Sophie, got home and called the doctor for an after hours appointment.
At 6:30 we saw Luke's pediatrician, who said he'd seen 5 other sore throats today. Thankfully, Luke's strep test came back negative, but he still has to be out of day care until he's fever free for 24 hours, which means I'm home from work tomorrow (sounds great, but we're slammed and I really can't afford a day off right now).
I was just overwhelmed at this point, even though Luke was being a real champ and the tylenol had made him over into his usual happy go lucky self, and I drove over to Sonic for yet another hit. This time it was root beer and fried cheese sticks. I know, I know. I have a death wish today, apparently.
As it turned out, DH wasn't feeling well either so when I got home he was asleep and I got the kids ready for bed by myself. Finally at 9 p.m. they were both asleep and suddenly out of nowhere I got yet another urge to satisfy a craving.
But this time, it was to go running. And some how--by the grace of God--it was an absolutely amazing run. The evening air had cooled off, the moon was full and rising, and my neighborhood streets were virtually empty. After mile 1 I took of my shirt and ran in my sport bras. I felt strong. Invincible. Like a runner. It rocked.
4.01 miles in 41:32. Avg pace = 10:22
The splits follow, which I am oh so proud of, as only a back of the packer can be:
mile 1 - 10:51
mile 2 - 10:27
mile 3 - 9:49
mile 4 - 10:24
The .01 was 8:33. I finished strong. With runs like this, I'm working my way up to being a middle of the pack runner. Woohoo!
After an afternoon of disappointments and questionable choices, I'm thankful that the evening ended with a tired, strong body, a relaxing bath, a family that is sleeping soundly, and a chance to share it all with you.
Random TV stuff: Any other Jon & Kate Plus 8 fans out there? Lori, I know you watch it. The past few episodes I've been surprised at how unhappy the two of them seem. You'd think they'd (well, Kate) would make an effort to be nice to each other in the interview chair. And Jon seems like he's just given up. I hope we aren't witnessing the unraveling of this family. I much prefer the happy family stuff. A little strife is OK--I don't expect perfection in any family, especially one that large with a mom who's completely OCD. But geez, I won't continue to watch the unhappiness much longer.
And, I must express my excitement at another TV event with two words: FOOT BALL!