Today was not a fall-asleep-on-the-couch-while-watching-a-hallmark-movie-nap kind of day.
It was a put-my-jammies-back-on-and-crawl-into-the-unmade-bed-nap kind of day.
The Coach and I finished week ONE of marathon training this morning.
Yes, you can laugh.
I realize week one isn't anything to write about. It just struck me as extremely funny. I asked the Coach to find the longest beginning training plan and add a month. So now we've worked our way up to actually being ON the planned runs.
So coming in from our eight miles this morning as the sun was rising, he turned to me and said... I'm SO tired.
Except we're not. Tired is the normal around here. We'll keep on keeping on and pray and hope that my shins hold out (and don't turn to stress fractures - I've had three) and his knee doesn't give up (like it did in our last half-marathon - my 5th).
Old. We're old. And did I mention tired?
Maybe we did pick one of the busiest seasons of life to attempt this feat. But there's always a 6th grade DC trip or an injury or LIFE and here we are with 2 college kids and 3 high-school kids and 1 Jr high kid and 2 elementary kids...
I will run and stretch and ice and ibuprofen. And maybe we'll make it to that marathon in February.
Maybe we won't.
But I'll keep trying.
One of these days we're going to do it. Maybe this time will be it.
Happy RESTful Sunday.