On Friday I wrote about my super
fun humbling rain run where I pretty much bit it.
I thought I felt great after my little mud treatment…until later that day when I realized I can’t move my arm. When I did I get old enough that falling actually hurt? It was a little bit of a surprise. With a birthday looming like last week’s storm clouds, I know I’m not getting any younger. I mean my kids literally THRASH each other into a wall and walk away with knots in their head 3 inches huge and bruises over half of their body and shake it off and walk away all as though they got a papercut.
Anyway, arm hurt like heck so I took the weekend off and felt a little like my son did on Saturday morning – a little crabby. (see pic to the left)
I daydreamed about my runs. I saw people in running shorts and kind of swooned a bit. But whatevs, it’s Monday and I’ll squeeze one in today now that my arm is well..functioning…
And for the record, whoever said running 20+ miles is hard has never had to hoist a temper tantrum toting child who is about half your body weight and resisting out of Starbucks all while trying to avert angry stares. That, peeps, is hard work.