Can I just tell you what an awesome week I’ve had and what a good feeling I have about this year. It’s a nice feeling. I’m feeling particularly rockstar-ish in regards to my runs. They were all really slow, but I did them. My calves are sore, but I otherwise feel great. I bumped my long run up to four miles and have now done just under a quarter of the mini distance. Yup. I feel good about myself! Again, I was slow, my calves are sore, but I did all of my runs for the week, totally up to a whooping 7 miles altogether. This is where being married to someone who completed a race totaling 140.6 miles less than a year ago becomes a bit of a drawback. My seven miles doesn’t sound all that impressive, but I’m proud of them. I could have spent my time running sitting in front of the computer doing nothing productive at all. I was a little discouraged after my four mile run because of how ridiculously slow I am, and my husband was sweet enough to point out that at least I did it. Thanks, hubby. And next week I jump up to five miles for my long run. At the beginning of the year, that seemed like such a difficult task. Not so much now. I wish my calves weren’t so sore, but it’s all good. I’m excited to plot out my course.
And now it’s the weekend, and it’s one of the rare weekends I get to be excited that it’s the weekend because I don’t have to work! As a nurse who works predominately all weekends and hoping to get a position that pays me more to work only weekends, Friday and Saturday nights aren’t something I usually get excited about. But no delivering babies for me tonight and tomorrow. Woohoo!