Now having a son I feel that way at the end of each day even though I haven't done anything particularly straining or out of the ordinary. My theory on this is that it's emotionally and physically draining because when you have a child you give them your all. Every little bit of what's left you give to them by the end of each day. As I'm trying to cook dinner, literally sing and dance for my son to show him I'm paying attention to him, keep the dog from licking his face off (because turns out the dog likes milk too), and replay everything I did wrong earlier that day at work while racking my brain to remember where the heck my ring could be hoping the dog didn't eat it after my son may have snatched it and dropped it...DEEP INHALE, I remember to catch my breath!
But the two are alike in that as you sit there exhausted you are still content because you know you did good and in the end it will all be worth it.
So on Sunday I did my long run, only 1 more training weekend left until my next half marathon. I had it in the books as a 12 mile run but in the end it turned into an 11 mile run. I am going to call that a win!! To start my head wasn't in the game. I wanted to go for a hike with hubs, little man and the dog instead and was really having to dig deep for motivation to go do a solo run with hills. The first 2.5 miles were mostly uphill and tough. I had to replay Til I collapse 3 times to make it through this. I played this song a lot when I needed to remember I'm tough during my last IM training. The whole time I was thinking I was just going to turn around at the top and call it good with 5 miles. Then I thought no because I didn't want to depend on my last training weekend to also be my last long run I wanted it to be a recovery week. So as the road flattened a little and I realized the overcast skies were helping me stay cool I convinced myself to keep going even if I was getting cramps in the weirdest spots in my legs. I did a negative split which rarely happens (the downhill on the way back helped). I was dead tired by the end. Then I saw my sons smiling face coming back from his hike and a tired dog and new that I just needed to take a shower and spend the rest of the day with my family. We went to the library and park and ate out and I reminded myself I stay in shape not only to challenge myself but for my son because he's going to want a mom that can keep up with him!
|I'm pretty sure he still had a piece of spaghetti stuck in his nostril!|
Now eating out is a whole nother challenge!! Our son will scream when I don't let him splash around
in my cup of water, or throw ice cubes at the waitress, or grab the knife to carve the table. So unless he's eating he wants something he shouldn't have. Even when we eat my husband and I trade off who gives him a bite while the other one of us takes a bite of our food. So for now unless anyone knows of any wonderful tactics we are sticking to cooking at home or take out. See he's already watching out for us and keeping us healthy! :-)