OK, I am horribly pathetic this week, and I don't even have a good excuse like the walking wounded. Got back from my trip Monday, no exercise and residual dealing-with-aging-parents stress. Tuesday, rode to work, ended up working too late to run when I got home. Sat around lacing shoes and trying not to think about running. I committed to coaching a "team" at work for the MS 150 ride, so today we did a very short and easy ride...and all I could think about was running. I hope to run tomorrow. I don't care if it is snaining.

So, this week I have run 0 miles.

I am trying to make a conscious effort to back off on everything, and I am struggling with it. I don't really want to, but hubby feels that I am out of control, so I'm going to try being a little less active. It doesn't help that he can't really do much as he's recovering from surgery and won't be able to ride until probably the end of next month. So in the meantime I need to learn how to be happy with walks and sitting on the couch.

That, coming off of my 25k that ended up being a really, really good run for me in spite of my near heat implosion. Placed 9th overall (77 finishers), 3rd woman, respectable pace for a trail run with so much climbing. Kissing it goodbye, now.

Ugh.
Sorry. Just needed to unload.

I am grateful for my health. I am grateful for my wonderful family. I am grateful that I have a nice place to live. I am grateful that I am able to eat every day. I am grateful that I don't have to fear walking out of the house. I am grateful that I can help others.