My running week begins on Sunday and ends on Saturday. No reason for that except that the running log I use to track mileage begins and ends this way, so I've always correlated my week to fit the log. Anyhoo, my mileage for the week totaled 15. I know, for many that's a single day's run, not 6 days' worth of running (I took Wed as a rest day), but considering that the previous TWO weeks' worth of mileage came to 13 miles, this week has felt like the first true return to some running regularity.
It was mostly 2 milers for the week, but I had a few 3 milers as well. And for the most part, my runs were solo, but I did take Norah in the BOB for 2 runs. Including one, very humid run this morning, where she repeatedly asked to go home. I told her I was taking her home -- we were just taking the long way there.
Aside from running, Caleb has really turned into a Smiley McSmilerson this week:
As for the other nugget, Norah has been making regular, middle-of-the-night bedside calls to our bedroom this week. She just can't seem to stay in her bed. If she loved her own bed half as much as she loves ours, I think she'd live in there. But, alas, she seems to prefer our bed, and not just for sleeping: