20130212-223129.jpgI wore normal running shoes this week. To run in. Which I haven’t done since before Squish was born. It was a little weird and I didn’t love it. In fact, I didn’t even like it. I would, in fact, go so far as to say it was the worst run I’d been on in months.

True, it had just snowed a lot. It was cold. Windier than I’d expected. And I hadn’t been feeling great to begin with. But the shoes added insult to my already-injured psyche and I blame them for the soreness in my hips.

Still, they did make 12.5 miles on a cold Saturday afternoon possible, if not enjoyable, and I owe them some gratitude for that.

It’s a shame the week had to end that way because, if I remember correctly, the rest of the week was pretty darn good. I had my first really encouraging speed workout – a 4-mile tempo run that was up to par with previous times and felt good. And although I spent Monday morning on the yoga mat rather than in the park, I got the rest I needed and put in plenty of miles as well.
And when I got home from each of those runs Micah was ready to head to work, having prepared breakfast for the boys and kept the Little Miss happy if she happened to wake up before I got home. After Saturday’s long run, he fixed me some hot chocolate (Micah makes the best hot chocolate) while I wandered aimlessly around the apartment, oblivious to everything that was going on.

It’s not a big deal, Micah getting breakfast on, but it makes a big difference to me. I don’t feel guilty leaving the boys sitting on the couch while I go out because I know Micah’s going to feed them while I’m gone. And then he’ll greet me with a kiss when I get home, even if I’ve put in an extra mile and made him late for work. #loveinreallife

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