Today I’m in survival mode. Not to sound dramatic but it’s true. I’ve had sick kids in my house for what feels like an eternity and I just can’t seem to find my stride…..no pun intended. So, I’ve been working out from home, using my bike on the trainer, using at home workouts and running when I can.
This past Saturday morning I had an early morning run. It was glorious. I’ve been running later in the day the past few weeks and have been frustrated at my lack of consistency. I decided it was because I hadn’t been disciplined in getting up early to run before life had a chance to happen. I had no idea the next 72 hours would be filled with throw up and laundry and fever’s and dr’s visits and shots. On Saturday’s run I had decided I was getting back to Saturday and Sunday early morning runs. Then Sunday I didn’t feel good and our little got sick…really sick. So, I had to post pone my amazing plan and put off all that new found motivation I had from that one amazing run.
Since the marathon my goal has been to keep my mileage around 10 for my weekend long runs and be as consistent as I can be during the week. This is proving to be impossible.
Life happens ya know? It’s easy to set goals and then have some stuff get in the way. I was scrolling through Instagram seeing everyone’s workouts and long runs and #no excuses. I somehow began to feel guilt over the fact that I haven’t worked out since Saturday. That’s 2 days people. 2. days. Ridiculous.
Sometimes our expectations and our reality are not the same. This week for example. My expectation was that I could maintain control over my house, my laundry, my studying, my running and at least working out if I couldn’t get out for a run, my patience with my other two kids, my meal planning and grocery shopping, all while having an extremely sick toddler with a scary high fever who can’t keep anything in. That was the difference between my expectations of myself and my actual reality. Sitting on the couch unable to get out of her sight. That’s where I’ve been since Sunday. Staying close by with a bowl to catch throw up. It didn’t match up with my expectations of what I might be able to hang onto while she’s been sick. It has actually looked like this…