Not my day for running.
Saturday is my typical long run day but with Steve being gone for several days now I was pretty busy today and Katrina had a bit of a rough morning so I was a bit tired tonight, but more so it was the fear. Not fear of running, but fear of being home alone in the house with our two girls and running alone in the basement. I know it sounds silly or crazy but I’m a worry wort. I kept hearing noises, our parrot and washing machine, and was freaked out after only a little bit of time so I just stopped running and figured I’ll take my little ladies on a run tomorrow during the day if the weather is accommodating for us.
Wish me luck!