After Sunday’s failed run, I was determined to make up those miles on Monday. However, once again, life got in the way: Daddy is on new hours – mornings, the complete opposite of what he is use to – and got home late; the boys needed me – not a sitter, me. It was just one of those days.
But, sometime between Sunday morning and Tuesday, though, I realized that things happen for a reason. Truly, I needed an easy weekend of running. My mileage has climbed over the last three weeks, as has my long run. At this point in the game, the last thing I want to do is injure myself.
So, instead, I ignored the missing miles and continued my week as planned. I ran with the boys on Tuesday, did my mid-week long run solo yesterday, ran alone again today (I love finding a teenage babysitter on a Friday afternoon) and am ready for 14 miles on Sunday morning.
So, what is the real reason that Sunday’s run was a miss? On Sunday, I got home and jumped on my windtrainer. Wednesday night, I was tied to the house again so, once again, I turned to my bike. I love that my youngest can play for 45 minutes while I get my cardio in. Not being able to run has sent me back to my bike for extra cardio and as a way to develop other supporting leg muscles. Of course, this won’t replace the road miles I need to run during marathon training, but it will keep Mommy sane.
This week, I realized that, sometimes, things are just not meant to happen. But, as a result, my boys are happy and that is, first and foremost, of primary importance to me. Also, I’ve reminded myself that I need different cardio too. Lucky for me, I can easily work Skipper and Little Ironman into my cross-training. Life is good.