Weekends are often when runners are able to really pack their miles in, which makes sense because we all have a little extra time on the weekend. But. I have long found it a struggle. It's the one time during the week when my streakin' resolve falters.
During the week, my daily runs have cemented their place in our routine, but on the weekend, when routines are more loosey-goosey, finding the right fit for running's timing is sometimes a stretch. Case in point: This past weekend.
On Saturday morning, I decided to fit in just a quick few miles before I needed to get ready and take Norah to a mornign birthday party. I ran 2 miles with the intention of running more later in the day. But then the day was pretty packed with fun: birthday party and then a family trip to the Art Museum, and then I ate 2 Bahn Mi's, and well, my plan to get back out there crumbled in favor of watching "Escape from Planet Earth" with the kids instead.
On Sunday, I could have gotten up early and run, but I lacked the will, as I often do in the morning. Especially a Sunday morning, when I just want to be able to sit and actually drink a hot cup of coffee. Again, we had a birthday party to attend -- this time in the afternoon -- and, I drank 2 beers, ate a sizable burger, and then an even more sizable slice of birthday cake. I got home feeling tired and bloated, but knew I still had to fit in a run. I did 4.2 miles, which was more than I thought I would when I walked out the door, but afterward, I wished I had run earlier in the day so I could've allowed the food and drink to settle in like a brick.
So, it gets done, but 10K in 2 days is pretty weak.
But, if this weekend had been a race for cake consumption, I would've rocked it!