I'm sad

This 3-mile limit is getting me down. It's been hard for me to stop at 3. I'm just starting to feel good and settle into a pace at that point. I'm warmed up, stretched out, into the music, and my mood starts to lift. It's also not feeding my addiction. I just can't catch a buzz off this pace and distance. Now I totally get injured athletes who chomp at the bit to get back into their routine. At least I'm not injured.

I'm also at a loss with what to do with my time. My old routine was to workout for up to 2 hrs while the kids are at school in the morning. (Did I ever mention how much I love my cush life?) Now, if anything, I get 30 minutes of exercise and I'm left with a bunch of time on my hands. If I was a better housewife I'd clean something, but I'm not.

It's also getting close to being too hot to run outside. Today was nice: at 8am, 70 degrees but overcast with a nice breeze. Lately it's been in the mid-80's though and high humidity, which is normal. It's only a matter of weeks before I have to move inside to the hamster wheel. Boorriinngg.

OK, my selfish moment is over. I try to limit my pity parties--my problems are nothing compared to others', positive thinking is much healthier, and nobody likes a Debbie Downer. I'll do what I should and this is just a temporary slowdown. A blip on the screen. A bump in the road.

My friends want me to run a 5K with them this weekend again. I doubt I will, just because of childcare. My babysitter is running it too so she won't be available. My friends are pushing their kids in strollers, but they all have only one toddler. If I put my two in the stroller, I'd be pushing 110 lbs. Way too much for 3 miles of running. I don't want to walk it either. I can walk at home and for free. We'll see though. Maybe I can convince another friend to get up early to babysit!