...Except now, it's becoming impossible to find the time to actually go on a run.
I'm now really glad that I'm not running the marathon, if only because it's become increasingly difficult to find the time to hit the trails. In another lifetime, I'd probably log about 30-40 miles per week; in reality, I'm lucky to run a few miles per week. It's hard to carve the time to run, and it's hard to recover from it. The time spent running isn't, actually, just spent running - there's time to stretch and cool-down, and the resulting fatigue from running 10+ miles at a time. I was always knackered after a long run, so long run = long nap.
With my schedule, the difficult part is also running with both kids. If I wait until the evening, that usually means running after dark. I'm not a big fan of this, but that's more because I am terrified of skunks and other wildlife than anything else.
I have a 5K coming up, and I'm nervous about it because I haven't actually gone on a run in a while. I'll be fine, I think - I don't think I'm so out of shape that I'll huff and puff and stroll to the finish - but I won't be surprised if my first race in over a decade is a bit of a disappointment.
And what better way to illustrate the time crunch than to say that I've got to wrap up this post, now now now? One child is crying, and the other wants juice. I may have skipped the marathon, but I'm still running it every day.
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