This will likely not be a long recap. 😛 4.5 years ago I went through a system conversion/ merger where I worked insane hours and managed to only run on the weekends. Advantage last time was that I knew all the systems and everything else. This time I know next to nothing. Why I thought this would be different, I have no idea. Maybe I repressed all those memories? Maybe I was naive?
Either way, this week had little to no running. I packed my gym bag with all my running gear including my new running shoes on Sunday evening. Then I just stared at it in my car everyday like it was taunting me. I felt like my shoes were calling my name. But my shortest day was getting off work around 6:30 not counting my commute. If lunch hadn’t been brought in each day, I don’t know that I would have time to make food. But it is what it is and I have amazing coworkers and we made it through.
So yeah, let’s get to it-
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday– Yeah no. It was all I could do to just to get through work then come home and crash.
Saturday– I woke up early but my entire body felt sore and bruised so I decided to sleep longer and go for a run in the afternoon. Which was the plan until it was decided that my cat needed to go to the vet. She had been lethargic and acting like she had a UTI for a couple days but it got worse. We found a vet who squeezed her in but it was a literal wait in the waiting room until all the other appointments were seen. So almost 3 hours. But she was seen and was given medicine. Which she does not appreciate.
Then of all odd things- the other cat is now freaked out by her. Like screaming in the middle of the night, wake the whole house up as he runs from her. WTF? So they had to be separated.
Sunday- 7.5 miles I should have gotten up earlier but I just couldn’t make myself. The plan started out as 10 miles then turned into 8 but ended up being 7.5. It was hot and I was still tired and when I was walking more than running, I decided that pushing it on my first run in 7 days wasn’t the best idea. My legs felt fine but the rest of me was not on board. I ended up going home and crashing hard and taking a long nap. I was actually supposed to go to the fair with my mother in the afternoon but we both bailed on that. I was just too tired.
7.5 miles for the week. I cry on the inside but sleep and work were more important.
Now, fingers crossed the gym bag leaves my car this week.
How was your week?
How do you deal when you’re too busy to run?
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