Monday

Monday was another tough day. I thought Hanna might be feeling well enough to go to daycare but no such luck. I took the day off work to stay home with her. I was feeling a little done with it all and trapped in the house. I couldnt wait to get her down for her nap to run on the treadmill and de-stress a bit. I put her down at her usually time and she just refused to fall asleep. I tried for an hour and half before giving up and getting her up. I was so frustrated cause I really wanted that downtime and felt like I really needed that run. 

I am a total morning person. I have lots of energy early on and by about 7pm I just crash and turn into a sloth. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've gone out in the evening to run after the kids go to bed. It just doesnt happen.  All day I reminded myself that a run would make me feel better and I could do it! I promised myself I didnt need to go far I just needed to get out. Get some fresh air, get rid of the feeling trapped and deal with the stress of a sick kid in a healthy manner.  I told my husband as soon as he got home how I was feeling and that I really wanted to get out for a run. Putting it out there so that I would be more likely to follow through. 

Then what I think sealed the deal was FB showed a picture from "on this day" in 2010 when I ran my first race ever. It made me reflect on how far I had come on this journey and how happy I am to have found this outlet that I love. 

I got the kids to bed, put some mellower music on my phone and headed out with no plan as to how far I would run. Within a mile I was feeling so good! It was the perfect temperature and the sun was just setting. I felt free and calm and had a great runners high going on. I felt proud of myself for getting out. At one point I was running along the train tracks and this guy was standing there having a snack and was not really phased by me running by. 

I couldnt believe it when the first couple miles my phone kept telling me I was doing under 8 min/miles without even trying really. I ended up doing just over 7 miles and came home because it was starting to get dark!

I felt so much better after finishing. Running is such good therapy :) I got home had a hot shower and fell sound asleep. My husband said he coughed all night and was worried he was keeping me up, but I was dead to the world :)