I’ve got 22.5 miles logged this week so far. I was shooting for 26 miles. Not necessarily 26.2; 26 miles will do fine. That means that I will run 3.5 miles today.
My 10 mile run yesterday was a struggle. I underestimated how tired I was from a full day to trying to deep clean the house. Perhaps I was too aggressive but the opportunity to clean with minimal distract presented and I took hold.
We dropped BoBo at the airport for a 2 week vacation with his friend in Hawaii. He’s been told all week by people hearing of the trip that he is a pretty lucky guy. Lucky – perhaps not. He hadn’t even landed yet, when the father called to let me know that there had been an accident with one of his family members. He was going to need to come back to the main land – he thought – he wasn’t sure yet. So since I needed to stay by the phone to see how things would pan out, I just cleaned. I did the usual, but then I started scrubbing the floors with a brush. Down on my hands and knees – ugh – it wasn’t fun. By the time my husband came through the door at 6 pm, I was in need of relief. I filled him in the the BoBo story, and left him in charge of YaYa and the phone triage….and I went for a run.