I have apparently been training for my half marathon for a month now. It's more like a month and a half since I restarted my schedule a week or so after I first started it. ANYWAY, it's going well. I'm two miles shy of my 50 mi July Goal for US Road Cycling. I don't know why I thought I had 5 miles left, which I completed today, but I had 7, not 5. Math.
I ate cake and all the Coke I could drink. I think I had 4 cans today. I was feeling so anxious so, of course, let's add caffeine to the mix! That's a great idea!! Buzz, buzz. I'm all wonked out. Agh, I need to meditate or hit myself with a mallet on the head and pass out. Let's meditate, that won't hurt.
I also did 10 mins of strength training for the arms/shoulders. I'm out of shape. I couldn't complete half of the workouts. Shame! I was doing so well.
My kids are amazing to me, they got to swim in the pool and they weren't freaking out or throwing temper tantrums. I was happy they got to swim because we got home, cleaned them up, changed, and went right to bed. I threw my dirty running clothes in the washer and am ready for my easy run tomorrow. Just 35 mins, I'm taking the dogs. I feel bad that they've been in their crate while I try to regain my home from the dirt monster. I cleaned and CLEANED today.
I'm pooped, all this "bad" food is upsetting my stomach and draining my energy. I've been so sleepy, I should call it a night and go to sleep. I should.