Trade off
Well Wednesday just wasn’t my day. I am supposed to have 4hours for me to recoup, blob, gain my thoughts, do things for me. Well this Wednesday was anything but for me. Just to give you an idea:
8.15 Drop off Isaiah at Kindy
8.50 Specialist Appointment for Dayna at the hospital
??? Drop Dayna at day-care
10.30 Doctor’s appointment to have a form filled out for Dayna
11.15 WINZ appointment once again for Dayna
12.30 Pick up Isaiah from Kindy
3.00 Pick up Dayna from day-care
3.30 Pick up Martin from bus
In between times I needed to have a prescription filled, pick up some groceries for dinner, make a stew for the slow cooker and go for a run.
Well I got it all done but the run. After getting Martin we had an errand to run which took longer than we hoped and didn’t get home till 5pm. After dinner it was getting dark and we needed to bath the munchkins. I decided to trade my rest days. So this week Wednesday was my rest day and Thursday I will go for a run.
Well Thursday is busy to as have organised a play date and mother in law wants to visit as well. I had the option to go for a run-walk with Dayna in the buggy or to get up early and get it over and done with. So at 6.08am I was out the door.
I walked to the cycle track as it is also a walking track. That way I could see what distances i can run as there are the markings on the path. I was doing ok. 200m and then walked 100m and ran 100m so on. Once I was ready to turn around and continue with this pattern, my calves were hurting like they had ceased up and tight with pain. I decided after trying another 100m running to walk home but even that was to much. I had to stop twice to do stretches just to make it bearable. I really wish Martin could pick me up. The pain was agonising not enough to cry but close.
I made it home and had the normal routine to follow through with except with 40mins less time. It was one pressured morning. But we all got out the door even though we were very late due to slow kids. I told them if I say go we will go and you go out in whatever you are wearing. I will follow through too just to prove the point.
I think my boobs are shrinking and my waist is as have to wear a belt and other pants fit comfortably. So all good and proof I am creeping to my target and goals.