The thing about base-building MAF running is that there really isn't much to say about it. It's going. Running makes me happy. End of story, for now.
In not-running life, it was a hard month. I alternate from chanting in my head I've got this. Everything's going just fine. I can do this. to sitting on a curb at one kid or another's sporting event at 7 pm unable to figure out what to feed the kids for dinner, unable to afford dinner out, wondering when I'm going to do the laundry or clean the house and dissovling into a weepy mess chanting in my head I just need a little help. Just a little, please, world, send help. (Not surprisingly, the kids pretend not to know me and head straight for the car in these instances.) I'd take a fairy godmother, or a surprise check in the mail. Hell, somedays I even take to begging my ex-husband to move back. There have been more of the weepy days than the capable days, lately. Maybe it's the weather.
My boys, watching the wind and rain sweep up the valley.
I'll cut the woe-is-me short. Kelly found this Running Boom infographic and sent it my way, either to tell me we should do a 5k instead of an ultra this summer, or to suggest an ultra with zombies, or just because she found a pic of me and my Kona UP run buddies in here. Here is the link, since sometimes the blog cuts off/distorts big images.
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