Sometimes I struggle between being all rah-rah! YAY! about running/exercising and then being a debbie downer. After yesterday's run (the 20 min straight on the Couch to 5K program, for those of you who know) I was TOTALLY on a runners high. Completely rah-rah. Super proud of myself and giving myself a moment because my baby is only 7 weeks old and I'm close to finishing the program and 2/3 of the way to my old running status, and hell yea! But a few hours later that feeling started to go away. And then I remembered how hard my run actually was, how many times I wanted to stop, and how I kind of dread my next run. HOW AWFUL IS THAT?
I have such a love/hate relationship with it. It's really bad. But I will tell you one thing--I will always, always, always encourage/like/comment on a picture/status/link of my friends' workout posts or whatever I see when it comes to this stuff. Because I know how much it helps to see you have support. I don't care if it sounds silly, it's totally true.
There were a few of you who asked about how her first day went and how I did. I am proud to report that there were no tears, from either of us (honestly, I was the more likely party, just saying). Her teachers said she had a great day when I picked her up. She came running over to me all excited, and then TRIPPED. It was hysterical. She was totally fine. But it was pure excitement and then, those dang shoes on the stupid carpet. But she had a fabulous day.
It's been so fun hearing little bits of her day, though. All from her little comments she's been making I can basically piece her entire little 2 hour day together. I know that they read a kitty cat book during snack time and at some point during the book the kitty goes, "oh no!" and is "scared". I know what they had for snack, but that she requested something differently (typical). I know that the teacher must have yelled to her to "Come back Emeline!" because the playground was muddy. And must have said to her or the whole class, "no runnin'!" All through little bits and pieces, I've basically gathered up her whole day. She also has a friend she refers to as "Livia", which I must say, confuses me a tad, since I know the only other girl in her class' name is Vivienne. I wonder if she goes by a nickname?
Either way. She immediately said she wanted to "go back to preeeeKOOL!", and so we are indeed, going back. This morning, actually.
I'll call this a success.
I used to be excited for the weekend to get out and go go go. But now that my weeks are very much go go go, I am kind of craving just staying home. I know that feeling will pass after a few hours, but for now I'm looking forward to some quiet at-home moments.
Although, I have to say, I wish we had some fantastic state fair or something awesome to attend, because I've been seeing pictures of all this goodness and I'm kind of craving some funnel cake, donning a hoodie, with my little family. I must consult google....
Any fun weekend plans for you?