Just Plodding Along...

I was able to get up and do a long run today. I'm home and finished and my daughter is still not awake yet. At 1.5 miles I was ready to turn around and go home, but why? I would still be waiting for Sarah to wake up before I could go to the hospital anyway. I may as well finish. Physically, it felt fairly easy. Mentally it was a tough run. When my mind is distracted, like it is now, I can't just let go and run. I walked a little towards the end and welcomed the traffic lights that forced me to stop. There was no particular reason that I had to stop and walk. I just did.

I ran 10.77 miles; average pace 10:46.

I guess all that worry about whether I would be able to run was just wasted energy. I've discovered that when your child is nearly 17 and can speak for himself, there is no reason to exhaust myself by sleeping at the hospital. My husband got up when I did and is already there. We'll trade off all day. I think Freddie might be coming home tomorrow.

WTD: 28:71
YTD: 734:80

I didn't sleep in the hospital last night. It's true. No one gets any rest in the hospital. Scott and I both decided that since Freddie's care is so good, we would both sleep at home. As it turned out, it worked out best for all of us. Freddie was able to sleep last night too.

I woke up early to run. Scott went ahead to the hospital. I only had to run 5 miles and the weather was perfect. Sunny, cool, slightly humid. Only I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking "oh, halfway done..." but I felt like I was measuring the distance in inches instead of miles. I cut the run short by about a half a mile. I'm a couple of miles ahead for the week, but today's was supposed to be at marathon pace. It wasn't.

Concentration and focus are so important. I was worried that Freddie's epidural would come out today and I couldn't focus on my run. Tomorrow I'm supposed to run 11 miles. I don't think I'm going to skip it (though the epidural WILL come out tomorrow), but it's a good thing that I'm supposed to run it slow.