I felt lucky to get two hugs this morning – one from each of my sons. BoBo has actually given good-bye hugs out freely since starting middle school. YaYa however is still in the stage where he fears that anyone will see him hugging his Mom. Usually, YaYa only gives me a high-five. I gave him a hug while we were in the hidden space between the buildings. Just before he opened the door to the daycare, he carefully and thoroughly wiped his mouth. I laughed and reminded him that I didn’t kiss him (it was only a hug). He smiled and pushed past me to be the first inside.
YaYa likes being first. Sometimes, YaYa and I race to the childcare center before school. He ALWAYS beats me. He also ALWAYS cheats. There was no racing to be done this morning however; my legs were sore from the weekend runs.
Saturday’s 8 mile run was not bad at all. It wasn’t as fast as it should have been, but then again the GPS was shorting me on the mileage. The distance was probably more than 8, which would mean that we ran faster than 9:26/mile. Actually, I KNOW that we were running faster than that. On Sunday, I ran my 17 miles at a pace that felt about the same as Saturday’s pace. It was probably slower in the beginning, but faster in the end. My average pace for Sunday’s run was 8:44/mile. There is nothing wrong with that.
Today is the Monday after the 17 miler. It feels like the Monday after the long run too. I had packed my cycling gear to spin for 30 minutes on the spin bike. Instead of spinning, I went for a walk. It felt good to just walk off the soreness. Tomorrow, my short run is increased to 5 miles. Can you believe that 5 miles is “short”? Well it is all relative; compared to 17 miles, 5 miles IS short.