According to my marathon training schedule, I was supposed to run 12-14 miles this weekend. I ran exactly 0.
On Saturday morning, I woke up exhausted. I couldn’t fall asleep Friday night. Then I had to get up for Riley twice, after which I had more trouble falling asleep. Usually I can sleep like the best of them, but recently it has been a challenge. So while I was sitting on the couch nursing Riley at 9 that morning, Dave asked me about running. But I was so tired. Too tired to walk around holding my baby to soothe her. So I just looked up at him and said, “F*ck it. Maybe I’ll run tomorrow.”