I have not run in over two weeks. Yes, it's true. I got a part-time job waiting tables at a nearby restaurant to supplement my teaching income, and "part-time" must not have the same meaning to some people as it does to others because I was looking for about 3 shifts a week, and yet I have been scheduled every available shift since I started. So between that, teaching, grading papers, taking care of Scooter (mangy, wormy little fella he's turned out to be), and trying to see my husband, I haven't had a spare second.
Last week I was at least good at getting to spinning and yoga, but so far this week has been a bust, and I have opted for sleep when the opportunity has presented itself. Even though waiting tables is good exercise (lots of walking, lifting heavy trays, carrying plates, drinks), it's not running and I miss my runs, but as I look at this week's schedule, it feels like a daunting task to consider a run.
I thought I would just grin and bare it with the restaurant schedule, but looks like I'll have to say something -- soon. I don't want to be scheduled like this again next week. I will end up strangling someone.