My sister and I took my dad out for his 64th birthday that evening. We normally chip in with my brother to give him an expensive bottle of wine, but my sister came up with the idea to do a daddy/daughters meal.
Yesterday, I spent the day chillin' with Adam and the pups.
Filed the federal and state taxes (woot!), cleaned the entire house, did a little light plumbing under my sink (re: clean the hairballs out), finished some laundry, picked up materials for my Shamrock tutu, and came home to relax.
In the Lady Cave, where the treadmill lives, there is a growing wall of my runner swag. I am pretty stoked to have a cool piece to anchor all of this stuff AND something new to motivate me on the TM.
This is the current state of affairs:
I worked a bit on my Shamrock tutu last night until I ran out of tulle:
And lastly, today I went on a 21 mile run. I had to cram my long runs within in a short period of time because of my work schedule. Besides, I figured it would be good training for my weekends-apart marathons.
It was pretty yuck until about the last 3 miles. Ha! I think I had too much liquid (re: GI issues) and my legs were definitely still tired from Friday's effort. There is a rather large asterisk at just before mile 4 because I saw one of my co-workers at the skate park that's right off the Greenway and I stopped to talk to him for about 20 minutes. And I did stop to use the bathroom twice--ugh!
I haven't lost my mojo thankfully. This was definitely more about physical tiredness and less about my mental state. Probably would have helped if I was actually running my LSD slow... But today I was actually trying to escape the rain as well. I finished about 30 minutes before it started to come down. Right now a cutback week is looking pretty appetizing, but I'll make that determination next Monday.