I was on track and then WHAM! I experienced a few very bad, no good days at work. It's hard to run with a pouting lip dragging on the ground, so I didn't run. By Friday I was pretty much over the tongue lashing I took from the so-called boss, so I plotted a potential plan that I could still make goal. It would require a few hard runs, but I can't claim to be an animal if I don't run like one.
Friday I created my plan of revival. Saturday, I ran the 17 miles from my home to my cross country meet. It was awesome. I got a sore toe, a sore calf and a bathroom pic which I can't get off my phone.
I logged the miles I ran and totaled it up, I was at 71.26. OMG! That's almost 30 miles to go in 3 days. No can do! is what my toe was shouting. So on Sunday I succumbed to a bike ride for ice cream. My friend Don and I biked to Friend and of course we pigged out on ice cream. waaaay Yummo! I'm still left with almost 30 miles and now two days to go: Mon and Tues.
Just for fun, I recounted my miles and guess what? When I added my 17 miles, let's just say I didn't add the 10 spot. Great news! I am really sitting at 81.26. I can do this!!!! I superexcited again. The evening was all organized: John, football game. Attend and bring home. Jake, soccer. Hubby pick up at football game, take to soccer and bring pizza home for dinner. Can salsa with the garden goodies picked my dh on Sunday, put kiddos to bed, kiss them goodnight and them I'm off for a 10 miler at 9pm. hahahahahaha That's right folks. 9pm rolls around and guess what I'm doing? Still making salsa, making salsa and making salsa. That 10-miler does not happen as this animal was still making salsa (did I already say that? lol).