It seems as though the runs, and their timing, have been a bit outta whack this week.
After work, Jerry attended a mandatory meeting for Norah's school for the upcoming school year, and someone, somewhere along the line, got the time wrong, and it was at 6 pm instead of 5 pm. So, instead, of him getting home at 4:30, as he usually does, it was 7 before he got home. When he walked in, I was already in my running clothes; I basically high-fived him on my way out the door and his way in, so I could quick squeeze in 3 miles before Caleb's bedtime.
Ahhh...all the time in the world for a nice 6 miler. The run went well. Except for the fact that a bee stung me on the palm of my hand at 4.5 miles.
It had landed on my shirt, and not looking -- I just felt something sticking to my shirt -- I swatted at it, and by doing so, cupped it in my palm. Sting city.
I haven't been stung by a bee in probably 15 years, and I forgot: It fuckin' hurts! I had to stop for a moment to pull the stinger out, and my palm throbbed for the rest of the run, but run, I did.
Admittedly, I felt kinda badass taking a stinger in the palm and continuing running.
BTW, 2 days later, I still have a red welt in my palm: That bee venom, it's a bitch.
Again, ahhh...got some time, enough time that I figured I'd go ahead and run 7 miles. But, as I was running, I was off in la-la land and didn't turn down the road I intended, so...the run ended up being 6.25.
I don't know about you, but once I find myself back home, and short on mileage, I don't usually have the willpower to putter around more. I just call it "done."
Lots of cleaning and errands and "to do"s on the list today, and the day and evening just got stretched out with chores and life's everyday things that need to get accomplished, so I again found myself with a day like Monday and only had the time for a 3 miler.
While I don't have a crystal ball, I do have a calendar, so I know our evening tomorrow has swim lessons at a weird time: 5 pm, which will put swimming during our typical dinner hour (yes, if you live in FL, it's basically mandatory to eat before 6 pm -- early bird special!). But, after a brief discussion with the Jer-Bear, in which I explored the various run options that would help me circumvent either A.) Getting up early, or B.) Pushing two kids in a beast of a dbl stroller, he suggested I just run TO swim lessons (usually, I've been running HOME from lessons since they've been scheduled later in the evening in previous weeks).
Sounds like a plan: Run to lessons, watch everyone splash around, and then we can all go have Fun-Day-Friday dinner out.
And, I'll be sweaty.