I’ve spent the week in Florida helping my mom recover from some surgery (which went quite well, thanks!). I have not once managed to wake up early to run or swim in the semi-tolerable pre-dawn “cool” (75 degrees with 99 percent humidity). I did, however, manage to get off my butt and run in the completely-insane midday heat (89 degrees with 99 percent humidity).
I am trying to be OK with the fact that right now, in the wake of a crazy past year and a kinda emotional week, it’s OK to have slightly lower expectations for myself. As part of that, I’m accepting that 5:30 a.m. was just too early this week. I’m also accepting that 9 a.m. was just too early to post on this blog. A much better time to provide a blog post: at 5 p.m. on the Friday before a holiday weekend, when nobody wants or expects it.
In other news: Remember that half-marathon I was supposed to run before life got in the way? Steve’s running it in my place! I’m thrilled that this time, he’ll be the one running, while I’ll be the one on the sidelines, opening the Champagne bottle for mimosas.