Well, another week has passed and I only posted on here once. Oh well, I need to quit obsessing about how often I post. I have very few followers, so it's not as if anyone notices when I'm so far between postings.
I have read in so many other places that "blogging isn't like it used to be." I'm not sure what that means. Maybe I'm not a big enough blog to know. Or maybe I haven't been blogging long enough. (I've been doing this since March 2012.) Anyway, the way it works in my world is that I read the blogs that interest me and that I follow, and write when I feel like it. Admittedly, the writing has gone down quite a lot, but I think I've been pretty good at doing it at least once a week. ; )
Last week was week 2 of marathon training. Yesterday was 7 miles. I was super excited to do 7 miles. My routine for months now has been 3 days of 3 miles and a long run of 6 miles. I've been bored. Bored with running. I don't know if it's because I haven't had anything to look forward to, just the same ole, same ole. I don't know, but I rarely feel like I WANT to go for a run. I usually I run because I feel like I need to. I want to maintain the weight I have lost and if I don't run I worry I'll regain it. Running is the only exercise I have ever stuck with (well, other than high school sports). I did Tae-bo (Billy Blanks is looking old) for a little while after I had Damian. I started Zumba a few years ago, but quit that as well. I start and stop yoga more often than anything else (although, I have successfully done it for the last 4 weeks, at least 5 times a week).
Anyway, back to the marathon training/7 mile run. I was excited to change it up yesterday. 7 miles . . . only one mile more than I have been doing, but it felt exciting. (And then I realized that week 3's long run is only 5 miles.) I am really looking forward to increasing my mileage again. I seriously can't wait for week 10 when I will have run 15 miles and can say that is my longest run ever, rather than my longest run since Sept.
Anyway (I keep getting sidetracked), 7 miles . . . It was a good 7 miles. I was still almost a half mile from home when I hit 7, and I felt like I could have ran the half mile easily, but I decided that I didn't want to push myself too hard. (not that I think a half mile more would have been "too hard" but it was the thought of hurting myself that made me stop)
Last Thursday was Maddox's birthday. He turned 4. I can't believe how fast time goes. He went from this . . .