Week 4: Parts 1, 2 and 3

The 5K race.

The Knightdale Cupid 5K – this is what really got my wheels turning and my heels kicking on the idea of signing up for another half-marathon. My college roommate and good friend asked me if I would be interested in doing some easy races with her as she got back into her routine after her baby #2. The first one being this particular 5K in Knightdale where she lives. I had told her I would be happy too (#that’s what friends do). So, then, I got to thinking about increasing my mileage and I did and the rest is history with me signing up for the Tobacco Road Half-Marathon.

Fast forward and here we are at the week of the race. Now, with it being a 5K, that’s 3.1 miles, I know I can complete the distance no problem. My dilemma is that  I’m 3 miles into a long run before I’m feelin’ it and easing into my groove. At 3 miles in a 5K the finish line is glooming up ahead. And I could always just run it for fun (and running IS fun of course) and run it as if it’s the first 3 miles in a long run or I could RUN the dang thing. That would mean I would need an easy week with some rest for my legs, while still being in half-marathon training mode (since the race is on a Saturday I’m going to have to give up or alter my long run for this week) and a really good warm up on race day to include a mile or more before the race even starts and no stomach bugs.

Tuesday I did 6 miles. But it was slow and stiff. I had done my 10 miler on Sunday instead of Saturday the previous weekend so I didn’t have my normal 2 day recovery period, I only had one day to recover. I wound up having left knee pain almost immediately after starting my stiff jog. I slowed to a walk and then tried jogging again but continued to have pain so I slowed to a walk. Once I hit the first mile I tried running again and thankfully did not have any more pain and the stiffness was lessening. However, my pace was slow and inconsistent. I also had a disagreeable music situation. That went on with lessening frequency over the next 2 miles. Finally, at around 3 miles (imagine that) I felt my body begin to relax, my stride to lengthen out and found a steady pace.

For Thursday, I wasn’t sure the best way to approach it. I still had to train for the half-marathon but I wanted to conserve some for the race on Saturday. Ultimately, I decided to keep to my 6 miles, to incorporate some hill work but to keep it all nice and easy. I started with a one mile walk, followed by a 3 mile, slow, flat jog and finished with 2 miles of walking some hills.

I decided to forgo my long run on the weekend. I planned on really tackling the 3.1 miles of the 5K. Giving it all I had, holding nothing back. The increase in pace would be an extra exercise in itself. Going through race day anticipation and getting up, getting ready and getting out the door with all the gear would be good practice. My pace increases at a race. So I could count on using this for the 5K, but for the half-marathon if I don’t watch my pace upfront I will have burned everything up before the last half of the race. I also thought a weekend off from a long run would give my body a chance to do some recovery and rest before the last half of training. The left knee pain told me to hold back some.

Thursday night…headache. Ibuprofen, water, early to bed.  Lying in bed, I am just not feeling right. I feel achy, all over, despite an easy work out that morning. My back hurts, my throat has started to hurt. I’ve decided something isn’t right. 10 pm – the 1 yr old starts crying. I go in his room and when I put my hands on him I immediately know he has a temperature of some sort. Very fussy one year old with a low grade temp and me not feeling good – sounds like a virus. OK, we give him some ibuprofen and try to get him back to sleep. Now all I can think of is “what if this is the flu…what if this is strep throat…”. So I kick my feeling just fine husband out of bed to go sleep on the couch incase he hasn’t been infected. It’s going on midnight before the 1 year old is ready to lay down in his crib and I’m getting back in bed. I’m running a low grade fever at this point. At 4 am I’m up again and taking some more ibuprofen. Thankfully in the morning my husband gets up, handles the kiddos, the 1 year old appears fine, no temp for him, the nanny comes and I get a rare and very special few hours of precious sleep. When I get out of bed Friday morning, I’m feeling much better and stay so all day long. After determining that we must be over our Freaky Friday Virus Friday night I decide to plan to go to the Cupid 5K and get everything packed up for the race the next day.

Saturday morning – race day. It is a fairly normal morning for me. Up around 4:30 am, coffee, blog reading, bible reading, off to the bathroom to change and get ready. I start with a half sandwich of peanut butter and fruit jam. I wake the husband up at 5:45 am. I had told him the day before that we needed to be shooting for a departure time of 6:30 am (we are never on time – I have to give him a 30 minute window). I head to the kids room around 6 am. I had already laid out their clothes the night before when I was packing my race day bag and the items they would need (snow pants, jackets, hats, gloves, blanket, stroller, diaper bag, snacks, milk). The 3 year old popped right up and was ready go and very cooperative and eager for an early morning adventure. The 1 year old was a little moodier about being woken up, but fell in line quickly with the 3 year old’s enthusiasm for the adventure.

6:30 am came and went and between bathroom trips, shoe changes, bag loading and coffee making we were out the door by 7 am. A boiled egg and a half a banana and some more coffee while I drove because the husband just doesn’t do early morning well and were arrived in downtown Knightdale at 8 am. The race started at 8:30 am and I had wanted to arrive a little earlier to have time to get my bib number, go to the bathroom stretch well and get in a warm up mile or two. But it was what it was. When we were driving down the main drive to find a place to park we spotted by good friend doing her warm up jog which made meeting up easier. I parked and hopped out of the car, grabbed my gear, kissed the kids and the husband and headed off to get my race bib.

My bib number was 533. I pinned it on my stomach while I waited in the line for the bathroom. I got in about a half mile jog, stretched and got in about another half mile before it was time to line up for the race start. I tend to not really care where I line up for the start of a race but my friend likes to be toward the front so she doesn’t have to battle through other joggers as paces are set. With 5 seconds to go we all counted down and then we were off at 8:31 am. Pretty quickly I got my music set and my phone placed back in my flip belt. The runners dispersed pretty quickly and being toward the front did mean I had less people to swerve around and between and I fell into my pace pretty quickly. I set a faster pace from the start than I normally would since the distance was 3.1 miles. Most of the course was downhill or flat. I was shocked at my split times being in the 8 minute range. I was worried that I would give out by the end of the race but figured it was worth a try to sustain the pace. And I did. The last quarter to half mile of the race was up-hill but I was able to push through and finished in 27:30. I wound up finishing 5th in my age group.

I was very pleased with the Knightdale Cupid 5K and my performance (particularly with the Freak Friday Virus). It gave me a chance to remember how race day anticipation builds the week before, how important it is to rest the week before the race and how different your race pace can be from your training pace and keeping that in check for a longer race so you don’t burn out before the end of the race.

But mostly, it was fun. It was fun to run with my college roommate again. It was fun to have our families there with our kids and our husbands cheering us on. It was fun to go to breakfast at IHOP after the race and out eat the exercise we did. It was fun to see the kids play together. It reminded me that too often these days we have to have a reason to go somewhere or get together because it seems so hard to make a plan and pack up all the stuff and battle the traffic and handle the toddler emotions and figure out how to change the baby’s diaper when there is no changing station. The friendship, the fellowship, the comradery, the love, the joy – it’s therapy. It’s soulfully reviving. And we really shouldn’t need a reason because, in the end, it is always worth it.


Week 3: Part 3

The 10 miler. This is it. What I have been waiting for. It’s double digits.  From the first time I hit 10 miles, I felt I could get anywhere.

However, there were many many many years where I never even dreamed of running 5 miles much less 10 miles. As a junior in high school I did my one and only season of cross-country. It was probably the best thing I ever did for myself. It was the first time in my life that I specifically trained for running. And I thought 3 miles was hard and an exceptional achievement at the time. It showed me what running could do for my mind, my fitness and my body (unfortunately, what high school junior girl hasn’t become acutely aware of her body shape/type). I had always played soccer. And that was the reasoning behind joining the cross-country team that fall – stay in shape for the spring varsity soccer season. As a sophomore I was playing the entire junior varsity soccer game (40 minutes on the field) and running most of it. That summer, cross-country training began at 6 am (it was also my first experience with getting up at 5 am for a morning workout) and lasted an hour. And I thought it was hard. That fall I wasn’t the last female to finish the races but I was always the last female on our team to finish. And yes, there was a first, second and third place. Everyone was not given a medal just for finishing and I survived just fine.

I went through other periods of regular running after that through college and pharmacy school. But it wasn’t until I was approaching my thirties that the idea and bug of distance running got planted. And then it became a challenge to be accepted and conquered. My mission started in November 2013 with a deadline of June 27, 2014 – my 30th birthday.

I had this idea about how I wanted to enter my thirties. I wanted to feel strong, confident, healthy. I was also pre-baby with the thought that babyhood was close on the horizon and I had certain ideas about the shape I wanted my body in before babies. I got up early and hit the pavement and I did the dang 10 mile thang. I was so proud of myself. I had done what I never even dreamed possible for my-self. I felt unstoppable.

I have achieved this distance and beyond 3 times now. Once as I turned thirty. Again, when I decided to train for my first half marathon post baby #1 in 2016. And now, a third time as I train for half marathon #2 post baby #2. In between all of these, running has taken a back seat to other major life events (like pregnancy!), but so far I’ve been able to come back despite being told if I stop I’ll never start again.

What I’ve learned is that no one decides what I am or am not going to do but me. I get to choose. Choice is a gift and one that shouldn’t be given away. Other people can make you feel like you can’t or shouldn’t. But the only thing that matters is what you think. And the only person who can make you can’t is you. Now applying this wisdom to all areas of my life…well that’s what living and learning is for, right?

So I did it again. And I did it after an early morning of more puking kiddos. Not sure what virus when through them this time, but the 1 year old started at about 3:30 am and went until about 7 am with the 3 year old hot on his heels until about 9 am. A teeny tiny nap on the couch and some food later, I hit the pavement that afternoon. Running in the afternoon is an anomaly for me since I normally run first thing early in the morning so I don’t have to arrange for anyone to watch sleeping babies. If they wake up, my husband is in the house. It was also abnormally warm for February in North Carolina – not that huge weather swings in NC are abnormal or anything. But, it did change the gear I wore. I took along a 16 oz water bottle in my flip belt and a chocolate RxBar that had been a free sample from Walmart (210 calories, 24g carbs).

I had decided to split up my water intake and carb intake to see if it helped decrease the impact on my split time. I had about 8 oz of water around 4 and 8 miles and I had half the bar around 3 miles and the other half around 7 miles. Splitting up the food and water did help reduce the impact on my splits.

The chocolate RxBar tasted like a tootsie roll to me (which I’ve never been a big fan of – fake chocolate if you ask me). It also had a similar, sticky consistency which made it harder to chew quickly. Since I tend to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth when I am running, having to keep my mouth closed for long periods of chewing (which as you know, you should always do) really complicates my breathing (sort of like the jelly bean situation a few weeks ago).  So, on to other fuel options.

1:42:27 – 10.02 miles. I decide, I choose, I do. I did the dang thing – again.



Week 3: Part 2

Today was a nice and easy 6 miler. I kept it flat and fast. And my oh my, it felt good! Here in NC (along with the rest of the country) we had some super cold temps and wind chills thru Thursday, but today we were around normal for us. With the extra day off, I can say that I didn’t have any right hamstring tinges or pulls. I did make sure to stretch well and use the foam roller prior to the run. This was a fasting run for me.  I was able to have some sub 10 minute splits – which for me is great.


Week 3: Part 1

Hill work.

After 2 days (Sunday and Monday) off, it’s hill work day. After my 9 mile run Saturday, I felt it. Not sore, but I knew I had worked. And then, lying on the couch Sunday I felt my right hamstring – it was definitely tight.

I did my regular warm up (squats, high knees, arm circles and some good ol’ stretching). I felt my right hamstring as I stretched. I did fuel pre-run with toast, jelly and coffee.

Out the door at 5:40 am I went for a mile run warm-up and then I went into my planned 2 miles of hill intervals. About half way through I really felt my right hamstring being tight. Not painful, but tight. I could feel it in a way I didn’t normally FEEL it.

I decided to play it safe instead of push it. I did push through the hill work (not at my maximum intensity/effort) with a constant surveying for any pain. I did a slow, easy mile after the hill work and called it so I could get in and do some good stretching and foam rolling. Injury is not needed here.

Got in the door just before 6:30 am and the 3 year old is on the couch – and she would like breakfast now so that when she gets to school she can have breakfast there too. And she would like to know what she is having at school so that she can specifically select what she would like at home. So, banana, cottage cheese and milk retrieved I got on with really stretching out that hamstring. I got out the foam roller (which completely distracted the 3 year old from completing her specifically selected breakfast) and rolled out my hamstring, hip, calf and rear-end. Depending on how this continues to feel, I may need to consider physical therapy again. When I got back into distance running after my first baby and had signed up for a half-marathon and was working on training, I had sciatic pain in one side (I am drawing a blank on which side but seriously wondering if it wasn’t my right side…). I didn’t have it while running, but in bending, picking up the ever growing toddler, walking. Anyways, I did got to a physical therapist who determined that, probably due to pregnancy, my hips were outta-whack and we worked on re-aligning them so that I wasn’t compensating and strengthening them so that they were equal. And that meant lots of different exercises and using a resistance band and lots of stretching and pushing and pulling, but in the end, the pain went away and I completed the half marathon. Well, now, I’m post baby number two with an ever growing 2 babies that want to be picked up and I’m running again and pushing distance, so, maybe, something is outta-whack again – stay tuned!



Week 2: Part 3

The long run.

This week I was scheduled for 9 miles and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous after the stomach flu and a fairly weak, short run the day before. I wasn’t sure I had rehydrated adequately yet (my weight still seemed low/all over the place). But, as I said before, I hated to use one of my buffer weeks if I didn’t really have to.  Even if I wound up walking quite a bit, 8 miles last Saturday felt good, so I felt like I could complete the distance, even if it wasn’t all running. Sometimes it’s just about doing the dang thing.

Keeping on with my quest for the best fueling methods, my plan was to fuel pre-run and then at 3 miles and 6 miles and then post-run.

Pre-run I went with water, coffee with almond mild and toast and jelly again.

For water this time I put a 16 oz bottle in my flip belt and decided to run with it and try to keep moving to reduce the impact on my split. I planned on having one-third of the bottle at mile 3, one-third of the bottle at mile 6 and then I could have the last third at the end of the run as I made it to my door. I was worried that the bottle would flop around in my flipbelt but it didn’t. I put it in the belt and then slid the belt so that the water bottle rested at the small of my back.  I did have to slow to a walk to get the bottle out, opened and drunk  and back into the flipbelt- but the impact was less on my split than last week when I stopped for more water (closer to 16 oz) and a banana at the midway point (4 miles) in a 8 mile run.

At mile 3, I had 1/2 of a carrot Laurabar (95 calories, 13 carbs). I was able to get it out of my flipbelt and open it and break it in half and eat it while only slowing my pace a little instead of having to walk. I probably had all of this accomplished within a quarter mile.

At mile 6 I opened a pack of jelly bellys made for endurance activities (100 calories, 25 carbs). It took me probably close to half a mile to eat the whole pack as I had to keep going into the pack to get one bean out at a time. Since it took longer, I noticed the impact of trying to run, get out the bean and chew the gummy bean on my run more. The Laurabar I could eat faster and with the texture not being so sticky/gummy, it seemed easier to chew and get down. And in fact, when I looked at my split time, the jelly bellies impacted my split time more than the Laurabar.

Importantly, I felt good for the whole run. I didn’t feel I was losing energy or fading in the last mile(s). I did begin to feel my right hamstring, so there may be some overuse/stretching issue there to watch.  It’s probably also time for new shoes (which were ordered Friday – should arrive Monday for Tuesday’s run).

Post-run I had a scrambled egg with cheese and 2 pieces of bacon and another cup of coffee and water with the fam (lucky me I have a husband who cooks!).

I have noticed that fueling pre and post long run, I am not feeling so HANGRY the rest of the day. This means I am better at not blowing out my calorie budget that day- because even though I’m burning a number of calories with a long run it is incredibly easy for me to out eat any exercise I do.

In the end, I had 9 miles of success and I think I can officially say we have defeated the stomach flu.


Week 2: Part 2

The recovery

By Tuesday, the virus had made it way through all four of us. We were dehydrated, exhausted and just plain tired. Tuesday and Wednesday were dedicated to sleep, hydration, fueling and disinfecting. Every hard surface in my house was lysoled and chloroxed and every piece of fabric that could possibly be infected was washed. The washing machine ran non-stop for two days. My daughter’s fever persisted through lunch Wednesday. It was Thursday before we were back to work and school.

No physical activity happened until Friday, and even then I wasn’t sure I was ready. Looking at the schedule I did have 2 weeks buffer, but I hated to plan to put off my Saturday long run prematurely – what if something else happened? I was due for 9 miles Saturday.

I figured I would just start out with walking Friday and see where it went. The basic ritual of suiting and lacing up and getting out the door for some fresh air would be a welcome change to the days spent inside.

I walked the first mile and felt pretty good so I gave jogging a try. In the end, it wasn’t my best run ever, but it felt good to move my muscles. I felt a little sluggish but moved 4 miles. I figured the days off might not have been exactly restful overall, but I had at least given my feet/legs/knees a break from the pavement and there was not reason that presented itself in those four miles to not give the nine a try the next morning.


Week 2: Part 1

The stomach flu.

It entered our house, took hold and didn’t let go. My son started with it Saturday night (our anniversary and all…I have to admit, watching my husband clean up throw up off the baby’s crib and change sheets all while coughing and gaging and making sounds that had me wondering if he would be joining the baby was most romantic). And then we were all in good spirits Sunday until about 4 pm when I told my husband I was either really, really hungry or I was going to throw up. Which I did at 5 pm Sunday until 1:30 am Monday. At 7 am Monday, I rolled over in bed to come face to face with my 3 year old who was just ready to get up. My husband had slept on the couch telling me he wanted me to have more room in the bed…right. However, upon my entrance into the kitchen with the 3 year old and the 1 year old screaming the crib, my husband quickly retreated to the bathroom and the bedroom for the rest of the day. The kids suffered through my recovery on the couch with every Disney movie I could make play. And, promptly, at 8 pm Monday night my 3 year old threw up on the couch not once, but twice and then in bed and so I got the bucket and got in bed with her and every hour on the hour I held it in front of her until 4 am Tuesday.

I went from 138 lbs on Sunday morning to 133 lbs Tuesday. I slept intermittently for 48 hours. It was Wednesday before any of us ate real food or got real sleep. It was Thursday before we were able to return to work and school.

There just was no Tuesday/Thursday run. I ran the stomach flu marathon.


Week 1: Part 3

Schedule: 8 mile long run

I try to schedule my long runs for Saturday morning so I have a little more time since these runs take longer. I still get up early to do them with the goal of getting home before or right after the kids get up, but with it being Saturday I have some fudge room.

Up until my hill work out on Thursday, I have been doing a 6 mile run fasting – so I haven’t had anything to eat except coffee with almond milk and water. But I noticed on my 7 mile run that I was feeling hungry mid run and by the time I was into the 6th mile, I was feeling sluggish. So, knowing that the hills would tax me, I figured I would have some toast with a tablespoon of jelly pre-run and I think it definitely made a difference in my run. So, for the 8 miler, I decided it was time to start working on my race fueling plan.

So, as I was getting ready for my 8 mile long run Saturday morning, I had a piece of toast with jelly and a cup of coffee with almond milk and water. I decided to fuel mid run, so at 4 miles. I took a banana and a bottle of water and put them at the end of my drive way (I live on a rural farm, so planning where I am going to stash my running eats is going to take some planning and practice).

I did the first 4 miles with negative splits and felt pretty good. I hit 4 miles as I approached my driveway. In order to peel the banana and open the water bottle I had to slow to a walk. I tried to keep a fast paced walk going while I ate the banana and had about 16 oz of water. Obviously slowing to a walk caused my split pace to increase. I left the water bottle and banana peel on the side of the road for me to pick up as I passed back by on my way home. The banana made me feel pretty full and as I started running again, I wondered if I overdid on volume of water, banana or both.

The last 4 miles felt good though and I again had negative splits through the end of the run. I also did not feel myself fading towards the end of the run like I did the week before.

Conclusion – I think fueling before some runs and before and during some runs is important and can help with how you feel and perform during the run. Figuring out the best way to fuel during a run and the best things to use for fuel will be the challenges. Also, minimizing impact on run time is a consideration.

Since I am planning to run 3 times per week, I think I am going to follow this plan:

-Have one hill interval run per week that has pre-run fuel. Warm up for about a mile, have 2 miles of hill interval and end with a 3 mile run.

-Have one fasting 6 mile run per week.

-Have one long run per week where I am adding a mile each week. I will fuel pre-run and during the run.

I will be experimenting with how I fuel during the long runs leading up to race day so stay tuned!


Week 1: Part 2

My pause turned into shoving the rest of my breakfast into my mouth, Sofia the First, bananas, milk, diapers, and of course, work for my Monday.

This morning – alarm 4:00 am, snooze time 3, BIIIGGG cup of coffee, daily bible reading, change, stretch, gear, out the door 5:40 am, tunes and 6 miles of flight, stretch, shower – enter 3 year old who is cold and wants my bathrobe to lay down on the floor and cover up with and you know she also needs a pillow…bananas, milk, toast, peanut butter, second cup of coffee, diapers, 1 year old snuggles, make lunch, change, car ride, work, car ride, phone call, pick up 3 year old get her changed and get her to dance, write.

I am a pharmacist, so I do spout this healthy living thing to my patients…you are what you eat, your blood sugar is controlled but your cholesterol makes you practically a solid, meds – you take your meds, right?…yes you should exercise – I understand that your are busy but your body will not care and about your schedule and will crap out on you at some point – I know you are only 35, but guess what happens in another decade or two? This is one aspect of one of my many jobs (I have several…).

So, it was this job that did get me thinking…you know, I should make sure I am practicing what I preach. I kinda believe in that whole doing what you say thing…call me old school. Anyways, I started this job back at the end of summer, but I didn’t really get going at it until October and having this thing called a conscience, by November, I was back at trying to live the way I was telling people to live – healthy.

I was post-baby #2 at the end of August 2018. I had about 5-10 lbs more I would like to have off of me, but I was finding myself settling into that whole, “well I’m a Mom now, right?” And I had managed from about March 2018 to June 2018 to start running again, but the our whole household and extended family fell victim to the summer virus curtesy of daycare for about a month followed by some GI bug and then we were back around to August and new job/daycare/nanny/child friendly activities/family events had the fall sweeping away.

Enter, November. And I’m not sure it was the thought of having to take a Christmas card picture that I wasn’t going to be satisfied with or knowing that with the holidays tends to come weight gain, the preaching to my patients about a healthy lifestyle or the fact that my body at 35 hurt, but I strapped back on my old running shoes and said “all I have to do is walk”. And I did.

And then I got the itch to jog. I spent several weeks walking to one song and the jogging to the next song and then walking the next song and so on and so on. I stayed around 3 miles. Then I went to 4 miles. Then I was running almost the whole time, then I was running the whole time. Then I was at 5 miles. And I stayed at 5 miles, 3 times a week for a while.

January 4th – my college roommate, a maid of honor at my wedding and one of my best friends asks me if I would want to run some easy 5Ks. She is trying to get back into the groove after her baby #2. It’s February 9th. I’m game. I’m already surpassing that distance.

So then I get curious. January 6th, I did 6 miles. And I thought, I wonder when the Tobacco Road Half Marathon is…I’ve always wanted to run it. My parents have a picture of my Mom’s Dad running the Tobacco Road Race. I ran the City of Oaks Half Marathon in November 2016 when my first baby was almost a year and half. I had wanted to run Tobacco Road that Spring, 2017, but I got pregnant (planned) and I still remember the morning I had suited up, got to the door and thought, oh, I gotta get back in bed.  And running ended during that pregnancy.

January 12th, I looked it up. Tobacco Road Race (marathon and half marathon), Sunday, March 17, 2019. I thought, if I can do 7 miles today, I can be ready for the half. 9 weeks. That’s increasing my mileage by a mile a week, a rest week before the race and then 2 weeks for cushion. That’s doable. Not in it for time, not in it for qualifying, just for doing it, running it, accomplishing it.

I did the 7 miles. I signed up. Now, it’s about doing the dang thing and living it while I do it. God gave me legs, He gave me lungs, He gave me air to breath and food to fuel me. I will use this body he gave me. I will move it and be amazed by it and humbled by it and thankful for it.

The plan – run 3 times a week. I prefer Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, but I can work around as needed. I’m going to shoot for a 6 mile run on Tuesday, hill and speed work on Thursday and my long run on Saturday. Two time a week I’ll get in resistance and abs – days will depend on scheduling/kids/work. I’m going to chronicle my journey over the next 9 weeks – #MyRoadToTobaccoRoad.


Week 1: Part 1

The Tobacco Road half-marathon is in 9 weeks counting this week. I have 9 weeks to add 6.1 miles to my longest run since having my second baby. Accounting for an off week the week of the race, that’s 8 weeks. That gives me 2 weeks with some wiggle room for adjustment.

Today, at 5:30 am, I got in my resistance work. Arm circles, squats, leg lifts – stretch – weighted squats, arms, lunges, arms, curtsy lunges, push-ups, inner thigh drops, push-ups, crab leg lifts, push-ups, bridges, push-ups, hip circles, abs, abs, abs, abs, abs, hip foam rolling – stretch – cue 6 AM.

Shower, more coffee, breakfast, work, blog, 3 year old opens door – pause…..