I decided to do my long run on Friday this week – we had a bunch of things we had planned for the weekend and I didn’t want to dedicate 2.5+ hours Saturday or Sunday morning to a long run. Some weeks I can totally pysch myself up to run in the freezing cold. Other weeks, I have no motivation and will happily log the miles on the treadmill. This was definitely a treadmill week (I haven’t run outside since my frigid 10k last weekend).
I woke up at 4:30am Friday morning in order to be finished running, showered, and out the door by 8:30 with my oldest son. He is in a 75-min “class” at the YMCA (where we have a membership). I love the class – he gets to interact with other kids his age in a classroom environment and I get to spend some one-on-one time with him (my mom comes over to watch my youngest son). I spent the rest of the day with the boys at my mom’s house (while our family room / kitchen were getting painted). She makes the best pizza. Ever. Learning to make pizza is a must in my family: