Weekend of fun
So I tried to do my pace run yesterday and it went much better than my first attempt. I ran an average pace of 7:15 and was able to run several kms of a 6:39-6:48 pace, which is where I should be. So now at least I have hope for my race in April. I am going to enjoy my weekend and then next week Cecilia and I will have to look over my running and figure out what I need to do in order to ROCK my half-marathon. I know one of the things I have to do is actually run outside a lot more, and work on pushing myself when I’m on my own too. But other than that I’ll have to wait and see what my coach has to say about the whole thing!
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Today I was supposed to do an easy little 5k but that didn’t end up happening, instead Steve and I took the girls to the library and had some quality family time. We’ve been so busy the past week and a bit, that I felt we were over due for some quality time. I figured I would just run in the evening but then putting Lillian to bed did not go very well, and my back is a bit sore so I decided to forgo my run. Normally I would have pushed myself to do it, but I have a race next Sunday, and I figured I should take advantage of my rest week so I am ready to go next week.
Tonight my husband has his last show, which is the theatre group we met in, and I am sooo happy about it. He’s been so busy with rehearsals the last week that I am feeling like a single mom a bit, and am getting a bit lonely. For the rest of the month I pretty much own his time so at least I’ll be able to get my runs in but I still feel a bit frustrated. I am glad he’s happy and out there meeting new people, and networking, but at the same time I feel like I don’t matter as much as I used to. I know our girls are the priority and they should be, but I wish I was on that list too, and some days I don’t feel like I am.
So after days of not seeing him, and him coming home at like 4am after the show parties, I get to make lunch for his family tomorrow. We’re trying to have his father and brother down once a month and for some silly reason he picked the day after the show. I’ll be glad when this weekend is over, and my life can get back to normal again, or at least some sort of normal. I don’t think you can be a crazy running mama of two babies (only 20 months apart) and have a “normal” life.