We headed to the lake Friday and I was basically worthless Friday and Saturday. I have a fitbit to prove it. We are talking 5,000 steps one day and 3,000 next. I mostly sat around, took care of kids, drank beer, and ate junk food. Perhaps I was feeling slightly entitled for having a pretty darn good workout week.
Because of the rain, we headed back Saturday. I had a few friends from the Y that were signed up for the Trolley Run and I had remembered another friend mentioning it as well. So I texted her to see if she was going to run it--well come to find out, she had been down with the stomach flu and decided to skip it. She offered to let me use her registration--so I jumped on that opportunity.
So Sunday morning, I got up super early--got Owen set. And headed to the Plaza. I decided to go solo apart from my gym buds because I needed to get there, run, and get back as fast as possible since Owen doesn't really take a bottle.
I am proud to say I got there and back without getting lost. That alone is an accomplishment to brag about for the day.
My goal was under 36 and I finished in 36:20.......annnddd yes I had to stop and tie my shoe at one point, it wouldnt be a race without my shoe coming untied. When do you think I will learn?
It was a fun race. I would certainly run it again. A bit crowded, but it would be one I will eventually look forward to dragging the kids too. Fingers crossed atleast one of my kids will enjoy running as well.
After the race, I hurried home to discover Owen had slept in for the first time. Such is life. Sleep is overrated anways.
