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This weekend my husband went camping (aka “cabining”) with some close guy friends of his so it was a girls weekend for Miss Truckee and I. This year has flown by, mostly because of how jam-packed it’s been, so weekends at home with minimal plans have truly been few and far between. I’m really looking forward to 2015 when I’m hoping life will calm down just a wee bit, and we can finally stay in town more. We’ll see if that actually happens, but for now, I’m soaking up anytime we have at home where I don’t HAVE to be doing anything! We don’t have anymore free weekends left of 2014, so the holiday-end-of-year hustle and bustle is in full swing.
Friday night, instead of spending the evening by my lonesome, I went over to a friend’s house to hang out with some of the girlies from our small group. We sat around and drank hot chocolate, and it was a much needed chill night. Saturday morning, I woke up with complete intentions to run somewhere between 13-15 miles. But, in all honesty, I am TIRED. I am tired from training, I am tired from doing what feels like 5 jobs all the time, I’m tired from worrying about future plans, and to be blunt, the LAST thing I wanted to do was leave the house and go run for 2+ hours. I think I really took for granted what kind of mindset I was in during last year’s marathon training. It truly is another full time job. It’s on your brain non-stop, and if your head isn’t 110% committed, it’s going to be a LONG process.
I knew when I signed up for the WDW Marathon (back in April!) that it most likely would dwindle down to a fun run. And I’m completely okay with that! Training last year feels completely different than this year – it was my first marathon, I had something to prove, I was excited to accomplish this huge life goal, and I knew if I didn’t do it then, I would never do it again. This year though, it’s my second marathon, so the “I’m running a marathon!!!!!!” feeling is gone, I know what’s coming, I know how much hard work it takes, I know how many social things you just have to say no to because you have to run the next morning, and I know that my heart isn’t in it for a PR. I did GREAT at my first marathon. In all honesty, I was pumped with my time. I know I could have shaved off 5-10 minutes had my race actually been when it was supposed to be, (St. Jude nightmare) but other than that, I am very happy with my time and I am not itching to beat it. Does that make me a bad runner?? I am very content to live with a 4:32:37 for a very long time.
This go around, I have enjoyed my training exponentially more. Or at least, I’ve enjoyed my time exponentially more. I haven’t said no to every social activity, I haven’t woken up at 7 every Saturday morning to go run for hours upon hours, my feet don’t hurt all the time, and I’ve taken the pressure off of myself to have a record breaking race. It is however something that looms in my mind just about 24/7. Running a marathon is no small feat, and until you cross that finish line, you really can’t stop thinking about it. I think in some ways the mental capacity it takes to train for a marathon is more exhausting than the actual training. So needless to say, no, I didn’t do a long run Saturday morning. I sat and cuddled with my pup on the couch and caught up on my favorite shows. End Rant.
Later that morning, I took Miss Truckee to her vet appointment. She was due for her heart-worm test, and we’d put it off for long enough. (Spoiler alert- she’s fine! Whew!) Of course while we were there she acted like a complete crazy person. A lunatic. A PSYCHO DOG. I know she was just excited, but it’s so embarrassing to be that person with that dog who’s inevitably the biggest dog in the waiting room (and the cutest of course). After the vet took blood from her arm though, it was a completely different story. She quickly remembered who was boss and straightened right up. She then acted like she’d had major surgery all weekend and milked her “injury” for all it was worth. I left her bandage on until Adam got back in town so he could take it off because I knew it’d be an event for sure. Just think about ripping a bandaid off your arm X’s 10! Poor girl, that medical tape ripped a huge splotch of fur off her arm and she was not exactly thrilled about it!
Even though I’d made up my mind to rest all of Saturday, I still got out and went to the lake for a little while Saturday afternoon. It was mid 60’s, and I just couldn’t resist getting some sunshine. I left my Garmin at home, and didn’t bother turning on Map My Run. Running without technology, and as slow as I want, is so nice sometimes!
Saturday night, I made my first batch of homemade crockpot broccoli cheese soup. It turned out AMAZING, and I’m so proud of myself. I had some for lunch yesterday as well and it re-heated fairly well. I’ll share a recipe soon if anyone’s interested!
Sunday, I slept in, skipped church, (oops) and cleaned our house ALL DAY. It needed it BAD, and I rarely have a day home alone where I clean and do whatever I want, how I want, so I took full advantage and now my house is delightful!
Adam got home later that afternoon, and then we headed to small group. Once we got home, we watched the Eaten Alive special on Discovery Channel, and now I’m going to have monster-sized snake nightmares for the rest of my life.
And before I forget, Adam also got new shoes!! He ordered the limited addition Prostate Cancer awareness Asics Gel-Cumulus 16’s. Aren’t they fancy?
I think that about sums it up! Here we are with another week, let’s do this!