This blog post is going to be kind of whiny, so I apologize in advance (no one is probably going to read it anyway so whatever). I'm hoping if I just vent here then I can get over it and move on. My dog has been sick all morning. My kids wouldn't eat their breakfast then wouldn't get ready for school in a timely fashion, so I yelled at them and the youngest started crying (yup, mom of the year here). We finally got to school and I dropped them off, then met my running friends (minus 2) for our 1/2 marathon training. We were scheduled to run 3.5 miles today. The two friends I ran with today are younger and fitter than me-- and the two that didn't make it out today are the two that are more my age and fitness level. Anyway, so we start running and they take off at a pace that's 3 min/mile faster than I usually go. I keep up with them for the 1st mile but after that I was like screw it, I'll see them when I finish. My calves have been sore since our long run on Sunday. By the time I got to 2.5 miles, they were aching. But, I kept going and I finished.
I'm really trying not to be upset with my running buddies, for taking off and leaving me (even though I would never do that to them....) because at the end of it all, I'm running because this is a goal I have for myself. Not for them or anyone else.
My current situation-- soaking in a hot Epsom salt bath. I'm taking the dog to the vet this afternoon but in the meantime I will be cleaning carpets and doing laundry. And trying to figure out a system for my kids to be more organized in the mornings. And researching ways to help my sore calves. And meal planning. And trying to be in a better mood. And trying to convince myself that I am good enough to reach my goals.