If you’ve been reading long, you know I have tried, on several occasions, to get myself into a regular routine that includes running jogging. Technically, I’m training (I’m using that word quite loosely) to run a half marathon in January. Yes, a half. Me. All twelve-minutes per mile for 13.1 miles. Yeah. Now that I’ve said it out loud, does that make it real?
A while back, I started jogging pretty consistently each morning. I had a great little heart to heart with Honey, and off I went. I kept it up for fourteen days straight, weekends included. Then life happened. I was weaning Baby Gray, and our morning routine had to turn pretty much upside down. I didn’t do a very good job incorporating our morning run into the change.
We overcame that, and I started again. This time, though, I wasn’t nearly as consistent; I got maybe three days a week in for a couple of weeks. It just wasn’t happening–well, I just wasn’t making it happen.
A month or so ago, I started doing a training app on my phone that has been pretty helpful in keeping me accountable. I haven’t been as consistent as I’d like, but it’s better than nothing. With the time change, Baby Gray is up a little earlier (he was sleeping until 8:30 before the time changed), and I’m doing my best to get us out the door.
The technical side of it all gets a little tricky sometimes. You know, like the part where I have to take a shower with a toddler who’s wide awake running around in the bathroom after I’ve been out. Some things are worth the mess, though. Or, at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
