This last week has seen me crying more than I'd like. Out of frustration, irritation, anger, embarrassment, and shame. I've pleaded with God, and later accepted my situation with resign. Things have been very difficult with my children. Between sibling rivalry and pre-teen drama, we've also had a 20mo old that won't sleep. I've gone back to the Sleep Lady method that I used over a year ago to get him to sleep more than 1-2hrs at a time.
I feel defeated. I feel like I am being punished. And due to the fact that I am home with the kids the bulk of the time, I feel alone.
I use my training as a healthy outlet for the frustration. But as you know, when you are over tired and stressed, even that can suffer. I officially started my marathon training three weeks ago, so that schedule is looming. I have been sticking to it, but my heart isn't always there.
Today I went to the YMCA, early, to run my scheduled 6.5 miles before school. I was nervous. My left knee acts up, I hadn't been to this facility before, the roads were slick, it was dark, blah - d - blah - d - blah. I'm so glad I did it anyway.
I am following a run/walk/run plan from Jeff Galloway to baby my tender knees and hopefully keep running. I set the treadmill a little higher than normal at first to try compensate for the walk intervals. I was surprised how effortless the first half mile was. I pushed the walk interval to the highest setting I could, and went back and forth until - over an hour later - I had run 6.5 miles at a pace more common to my 5K time.
Huge pat on the back! Fantastic run, no knee pain, finished feeling strong!!
I was on cloud nine while I was dressing. I had a "finish in less than" time in mind for the Half in May, and if this run is any indicator, I will have NO problem crushing that.
Now if I could just get a little victory in the kid department...just as with training my body to run faster, consistency will prevail with training my toddler to sleep better.