Warrior Mother Runner

The kids woke up on their own this morning. You know something is up in my house when the kids wake up on their own.

Sure enough it had snowed and we had a two hour delay. I had a dentist appt so I took my chances on the hill by our house and headed out. It was a little touch and go there for a bit, but I made it! After I finished my appointment I was informed of a "situation" at school that required me to head back home and then to school. By the time I got to work I was tired of driving on snow covered roads! And we only got an inch.

Today I managed to get in all 4 miles without stopping to take someone someplace!

So I ran my first (and only to date) half marathon in October. I was the proud owner of three black toes by the time my training was over. From what I could gather from the web (yes, I self diagnose on the Internet) once they turn black, they always fall off. My race was the first weekend in October, so it has been quite awhile. Today my first toenail fell off.

The good thing is it took so long, that there was a full baby nail underneath. Well, maybe not a baby nail, those suckers are sharp. This nail is flimsy and paper thin. But let's face it, I have seen worse and I think this is just another sign I am becoming a bad ass mother runner!

What makes you feel like a warrior runner?

Where is the Corner?

I so want to turn the corner, and was having a good day. Today was a telecommute day, I was getting some clean up done around the house and working on a presentation for Monday. Good meals for breakfast and lunch.

Fast forward, picked up my son and dropped him off at TKD. Then I decided to ignore my sore throat (which still sound horrible) and hit the treadmill. I figured if I wasn't feeling it, I could always stop. This is how I get many workouts done. I just tell myself to start and see how I feel. I ended up doing the 5 miles I was scheduled for! Yea. I felt pretty good. Walked a few minutes, but you can't dispute the victory!

Moved on to dinner etc and discovered that the school had sent home a note about lice. Ugh. Not a good sign. There was an outbreak my daughter was involved in before break. My first and only experience with lice as a mother or patient. Yuck, yuck, yuck. So what do I find but evidence. YUCK. The rest of my night so far has been spending too much time looking at my daughter's hair.

So maybe today was even? Partly good, and partly bad. Things need to turn around soon right?

On the plus side, the plumber found a playmobile in the tub pipe, so that would explain the slow draining. :)