I ran a grand total of 2 times last week. 10 measly miles. Wait! No…. it was only 9 miles. During the taper you are supposed to cut back on your mileage, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be 60 to 0 (or 45 to 9, as it may have been) in one week… it’s usually a little more gradual than that.
I had thought I was going to run about 28-30 miles last week, but life got in the way. I don’t talk about the specifics of where I work on my site, but in my day job I work (more than*) full-time as a “Director of Web Services” and we are supposed to be launching a new site this week. So last week was filled with tons of calls and meetings to get ready for this week. I worked early in the morning to get tasks done before my daughter woke up and I was testing things on my iPhone and iPad while playing with her in the evenings. Combined with the fact that I was just exhausted all week, I only made it out to run twice during the work week.
Then we had visitors on Saturday morning and I didn’t want to traipse all over them before dawn. Sunday I set my alarm for 4 am to go run before #AwesomeA woke up to see what the Easter Bunny had left behind; but I must have just turned that alarm off and went back to sleep because around 6 my husband poked me and said, “You didn’t go run.”
Ooops…
This week holds more stress. Our new site is supposed to launch on Friday, but when you work with a team of people and several of these people have failed to get things to you by deadlines… you gotta make it work somehow, especially when you’ve basically been told “You have no choice in this launch, it doesn’t matter if you have to work all hours of the day and night to make it happen, it will happen.” And we combine that with the fact that I am essentially a single parent from January until May because my husband works stupid-long hours… it’s a challenge. My heart races just thinking about it.
But on the flipside, I really want the site to launch by the end of this week, so I have the weekend and early days next week for follow-up troubleshooting. Because I definitely don’t want to carry that into Boston with me for the marathon.
AAAAAAAGH!!!
So while I try to pace my brain and wish that all of my meditation attempts had stuck, I’m going to leave you with the joy of a two-year-old experiencing Easter.
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*When you telecommute and live in your work, it’s so easy to just do that “one last task” at odd hours. And with our world of convenient technology, it’s sadly gotten to a point that instead of making life easier, it’s making it so I feel more betrothed to the job. You will work the standard 8-5 (or 7-4 as in my case) PLUS you’ll respond to emails/texts/calls around the clock.
Jill Will Run 