Last night, I had planned to run. But then Norah once again took longer than expected to go to bed, and before I knew it, my evening -- and my chance to run -- were shot.
So, then, I thought, "Well, I'll do my best to get up early tomorrow and run in the morning." Ha! I was up at 12:00, 1:30, 3:00, and then 5:30 last night. Think I was up for an early run this morning? Nope. Didn't happen.
It's easy to feel frustrated with these "interruptions" to my planned running, but I'm doing my best to remain flexible and to simply acknowledge the blatantly obvious: I have two kids -- a 2 year old and a 2 month old -- it's gonna be tough to find time for any "planned" activity: If I get to eat a meal sitting down and take a shower at some point, my day is a success!
Still, a running Jess is a happier Jess, so Jerry promised that tonight he'd MAKE a run happen for me. I'm lucky that even when the kids don't understand that Mommy needs to run, Daddy does!