5 September 2016 Runfessions

therapy

September flew by at lightning speed, especially considering how little of it I was actually at home. How is tomorrow October???? My God, before you know it, we’ll be married 31 years.

I’m hooking up with the Friday Five  from Cynthia from You Signed Up for What?, Courtney from Eat Pray Run DC, and Mar from Mar on the Run,  and Marcia’s Healthy Slice for Runfessions today.

One stone, two birds.

I runfess . . .
. . . I was scared to call my sister after I got back from Cape Cod.

My sister likes to vent, so it can easily eat up an hour of my day. But that wasn’t really the problem. The problem was that I will be away for most of the prep work for my parents’ move, and I was afraid that she would ask me to come down this weekend.

It’s totally unfair that most of the prep work is falling to her because she lives there, but I really need this weekend to get some stuff done! I haven’t heard anything from her yet (maybe she’s just mentally cursing me).

I runfess . . .
. . . that I really enjoy writing my blog — after running and baking, it’s my other therapy. I enjoy reading your blogs, too.

It’s bothered me that I’ve had so little time to write and read blogs lately.

I runfess . .  .
. . . that moving into my taper, which I will be after my long run this weekend, always makes me happy.

Despite the fact that exercise is just a part of me, and has been for decades, I’m still a sloth at heart. I get tired by the end of a training cycle and I’m ready to back off.

And hoping that fresh legs mean a good race.

At least not a painful race!

I runfess . . . 
. . . I did my longest long run a week too soon. I forgot that the race the schedule is optimized for is actually a week earlier than my own.

Oh well, 11 miles, 10 miles, it’s just a mile, right? I often tell myself you can do anything for a mile. Or half a mile. Or quarter of a mile . . .

I runfess . . .
. . . I was seriously losing my marbles for a while — assuming I had any to begin with. I misplaced my car keys at one point, and thought I’d locked them into my car (thankfully I hadn’t).

Then I headed home one time and couldn’t find my house keys. I never took them, as it turned out.

Then I misplaced one of our phones. Yes, we have an internet phone — or 4 actual phones. I was pretty sure it was downstairs somewhere. Usually I can at least recall, step by step, what I was doing . . . and I had no freakin’ clue.

Mr. Judy did eventually find it in the laundry room.

It’s not just me — my brother managed to fly, twice!, without a license. He’s a lawyer.

Talk to me. Leave a comment or answer a question:

Taper –yea or nay?

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever forgotten?

What is your therapy?