Sometimes I run a lot. Sometimes I don't.

Sometimes eating healthy is dangerous. Take, for example, eating cookies in bed. It's annoying to have cumbs in bed but other than having to sweep the sheets 15 times in order to finally fall asleep without little pinchy things annoying you there's no other harm. However should you eat an Almond Coconut Kind bar in bed it's all fun and games until you wake up in the middle of the night with an almond sticking straight out of the back of your thigh.

This is a completely hypothetical thought, of course. I would never eat in bed. Ever.

So last week...training week 6? 7? I don't even know. Apparently in my mind it was a taper week because other than my 7 miles on Sunday I didn't run again. Not once. I was even in my very favorite town to run in (Stroudsburg, PA) Thursday night and I didn't run there because I slept until 7am on Friday which is extrememly unlike me because I am almost physically incapable of sleeping past 6:30. I didn't even run on Saturday because I just layed around in bed half of the day and watched Season 5 of Top Chef from Netflix instead which was important because I have only watched that season 3 other times.

Training Week 6 (or 7):
Sunday: 7 miles

Womp womp.

But here's how I feel about it:

I read a lot of running blogs where the ladies are super mega awesome and bust out double digits DAILY and think nothing of it and which is amazing. But I'm not one of those girls. I love to run but it doesn't always come easy and that's ok. I am also a single woman who routinely works well over 40 hours a week and who travels almost every day by car which, for some reason, makes you feel like someone beat you silly with a hockey stick after a while. I have a unique situation but so does everyone really so you know what I say? Just do the best that you can and don't beat yourself up over it. I'll never be someone who runs 40 miles a week, I don't have the time or the desire. But what I CAN be is the best runner I am able to which some weeks is 20 miles and some weeks is 2 miles.

And sometimes that means laying in bed instead of running. To let my muscles rest. Or something.

I busted out 7 miles yesterday and 2 today though (only two today because my back is really unhappy with me, I have no idea what its issue is. Might have something to do with all the driving I did last week and sitting at my desk today). Probably 3-4 tomorrow and 5-7 on Wednesday and then nothing until Sunday which is the BOILERMAKER! Start praying for me now. Please? For those of you running it you'll already have been at the after party for an hour and will be headed home by the time I cross the finish line but guess what? I'm crossing it. Yeah buddy.

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