In the beginning of August, I decided that I would run a 5K every day, rain or shine. And I did until the very last week.
I am the kind of person who can accomplish anything if I put my mind to it. I am stubborn, so if I declare something, I make it happen. Unless I slip. Then it's over.
I don't know what happened. But I feel extremely disappointed in myself, which I know is silly. I should be proud of the 62+ miles I did run. The thing is, I don't mind feeling disappointed. It only drives me to try again this month.
So here I go. I am five days in and going strong. I missed the 2nd because it was storming and Parker told me he did not want the lightning to get me. But I made up for it on the 3rd by running it twice. The kids came with me on the first run and that was exhausting in all the worst best ways. For the first half, Parker insisted on racing so we battled each other yelling "No, you slow down" and then the second half I carried Matilda in the ergo, rigged the bike on top of the stroller, and pushed a very tired Parker. But I did get these adorable pictures at the halfway mark. So that made it a win in my book.
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