So what did I decide to do this morning? Leave the kids with BJ and head out for a jog in our neighborhood. (No sense driving 20 minutes in the rain to run when I can run from here.)
Rainy? Yep. My feet were soaked before I went a quarter of a mile.
Windy? Yep. Sixteen mile an hour gusts.
Solitary? Yep. No iPod, few cars, and the only other humans I saw were mail carriers.
Hardest run ever? Close.
Personal best time and distance for the year? Yep.
The thought occurred to me about halfway through the run (when the gusts and rain were coming full in my face) that my kids must have been really difficult if I'd rather go outside and brave wacky weather than stay in and snuggle while watching Saturday morning cartoons.
But I came home to find Norah zonked out on BJ's chest and Toby in his pajamas snuggled up on the couch. After peeling off two soaked outer layers (I wish I had a scale so I could measure how many extra pounds of water I carried) and logging this run, I've decided to get back into my "scooby pants" and snuggle with the kids for the afternoon. The kids don't care how fast I run or how far, just as long as I'm in a better mood on my return! And from my perspective they are better than any personal best I can get out on the road.
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