This weekend I clocked a double-digit run. Hallelujah!
My half-marathon is only six weeks away (yikes!), so it's about time, but let me tell you one thing: Clocking proper long runs as a full-time working mom (who just moved cities and has a husband with weekend cycling aspirations) is a lot harder than I thought - sho! The willingness is there, but man, the logistics is a nightmare. Or perhaps I'm just super unorganised?
Anyway - Saturday was my day. It was nice and cool and overcast, so Miss K and I set off for a quick 4 km around the neighbourhood. K isn't really into super long runs at the moment, so I arranged with Will beforehand to drop her off at home after 4 km (thanks, Will!). And then I snuck out to do another rainy 6 km - it was amaaaaazing!
|My little running beauty.|
I may or may not have even felt a little teary towards the end of the run when I realised that I was actually going to succeed in clocking double digits. (Yes, I'm a nut case.) It's all about the small triumphs, right?
On the schedule for next weekend is a 12 km run... Already busy hatching some innovative plans to make it happen...!
How did your weekend running go?