My day started pretty early this morning. I woke up before 6:00, and couldn't fall back asleep. I was too impatient to wait for sunrise to head outside for my run, so I decided to run in the dark. I don't know why I'm so scared to run in the dark; I used to do it all the time the first year that I started running. I don't have a headlamp, so I just put on my reflective vest. It was 43 degrees this morning, so I wore long sleeves and my running tights.
It was pitch black outside, and street lights are scarce. There aren't ANY street lights along my favorite route, so I had to alter my route a bit. I had six miles at an easy pace on the schedule. As soon as I started running, I got halfway down my street and then decided to turn around and go get my pepper spray. I felt much more comfortable when I had that with me, but it was still scary!
I kept picturing all of the roadkill on the side of the road, and hoped I wasn't stepping on any of it. My pace was much slower than I thought, probably because I was being so careful with my footing. I decided that I really don't like running in the dark!
When I got home, I got ready to take a shower, and Paolo followed me into the bathroom, like usual. He likes to wait for me to get out of the shower, because then he goes inside to drink the water off the floor of the shower. I have no idea why he does this--I give him fresh water every day! Today, though, I decided to try something different. I put him in the bathtub, and turned on the cold water to just a very tiny stream. Paolo was thrilled.
I figured he would take a drink and then jump out. When I got out of the shower, he was still in there. I got dressed, and blew my hair dry. He was still there, lapping at the water. He finally got out, after about 35 minutes.
I finished packing for the weekend, and got everything loaded into the car. I picked the boys up from my parents' house (they spent the night there), and then we were off. The trip to my sister's house is a little over six hours. I was worried about doing the trip on my own (well, alone with the kids). It ended up feeling like a very long drive, but we made it. The boys were SO well-behaved. I am truly shocked at how good they were.
We stopped for lunch at Subway (I wanted my now-daily bagel, but there aren't ANY options along the Ohio/Indiana turnpike), but other than that we were in the car the whole time, and I was so achy when we finally got to Jeanie's. My butt hurt from sitting so long. I don't even want to think about what the drive home will be like, after having run 26.2 miles!
It was pitch black outside, and street lights are scarce. There aren't ANY street lights along my favorite route, so I had to alter my route a bit. I had six miles at an easy pace on the schedule. As soon as I started running, I got halfway down my street and then decided to turn around and go get my pepper spray. I felt much more comfortable when I had that with me, but it was still scary!
I kept picturing all of the roadkill on the side of the road, and hoped I wasn't stepping on any of it. My pace was much slower than I thought, probably because I was being so careful with my footing. I decided that I really don't like running in the dark!
When I got home, I got ready to take a shower, and Paolo followed me into the bathroom, like usual. He likes to wait for me to get out of the shower, because then he goes inside to drink the water off the floor of the shower. I have no idea why he does this--I give him fresh water every day! Today, though, I decided to try something different. I put him in the bathtub, and turned on the cold water to just a very tiny stream. Paolo was thrilled.
I figured he would take a drink and then jump out. When I got out of the shower, he was still in there. I got dressed, and blew my hair dry. He was still there, lapping at the water. He finally got out, after about 35 minutes.
I finished packing for the weekend, and got everything loaded into the car. I picked the boys up from my parents' house (they spent the night there), and then we were off. The trip to my sister's house is a little over six hours. I was worried about doing the trip on my own (well, alone with the kids). It ended up feeling like a very long drive, but we made it. The boys were SO well-behaved. I am truly shocked at how good they were.
We stopped for lunch at Subway (I wanted my now-daily bagel, but there aren't ANY options along the Ohio/Indiana turnpike), but other than that we were in the car the whole time, and I was so achy when we finally got to Jeanie's. My butt hurt from sitting so long. I don't even want to think about what the drive home will be like, after having run 26.2 miles!












