I’m taking some pretty rough classes this summer, and wish I woulda been smart enough to take the summer off. I’m really burnt out as far as school/writing/thinking/saying smart things is concerned, so don’t expect a lot. The only thing that is keeping my sane is my wonderful husband and running!
Sunday morning, before heading out for church I did a wonderful 5 mile run, which is the farthest I’ve run since my 1/2 marathon. When I’m running, I feel like I can do anything. I’m motivated. I feel disciplined. I feel strong.
My school doesn’t make me feel that way right now. So to help me cope, I’ve been eat a lot of chocolate. And drinking hot chocolate.
On SATURDAY we took Nalla (my friends puppy. We don’t have one. yet.) to skinny dip, and after talking to a staff there who fell in love with Nalla and wanted to talk to her, shake her hand, and just hang out in the general cute puppy vicinity, she informed us that they sell little ‘doggy dips’.
You are kidding me, right?
Nope. I’ve never seen Nalla get so excited! She started chewing that ice cream… it was so cute! Awwww! This diversion was definitely worth skipping an hour of crying-over-algebra-textbooks studying.
Anyone ever feel like me? I’m about 2 weeks behind on my life, and I never did really get to pause and enjoy spring break. My classes are larger than life and I’m running constantly with my job. And to top it all off, I’ve had the worst training season and any 1/2 marathoner would cringe at my milage. I feel like my world is spinning out of control but I’m going to put my foot down and catch up. This mess is called life and it’s not worth living unless I can get some serious cuddle time with Tyler, sleep, and enjoy the moments while I’m living them.
Anyways, back to my current life, where I’m trying to juggle waaaay to much at a time. I left my earphones at work yesterday, so when we headed out to the boardwalk I was music-less (sad face). Since it was a super short run (2.7 miles) it was ok, and I embraced running on the beach without tunes With the waves rolling in onto the beach, the night life just getting started, and other runners on the boardwalk, it was easy to relax and head into a slow run. I wasn’t racing, I wasn’t going for a personal record (PR), I was just enjoying my run. Sometimes that’s more important.
Today is going to be my long run, and I’m kinda scared. I haven’t run long in 2 weeks, and I’m not looking forward to my blisters and sore joints but I know I’m going to collapse on the couch satisfied. This is my last long run before my half-marathon, so it’s not Skip able!