Day 13...

Have you ever felt like your legs were made of lead? That was today. Each step I wondered if I wasn't going to fall flat on my face. I was waiting for my legs to give out. I started out on the treadmill at the gym and I seriously hate the treadmill. There is nothing so unmotivating then running in place. I need the competition of the hills and the roads. So I headed out of the gym after a mile and ran on the road. There is the perfect road just outside the gym that creates the perfect mile. So I ran there and back and made it 3 miles with the awful treadmill included.

I think as mothers we often feel guilty trying to fit in our runs or even just the "me" times. I always feel a tinge of guilt and remorse. Like I have done something wrong by leaving them, well not so much the leaving part as the wanting to leave them. So after my run I went inside the gym and did a few stretches and instantly felt like I had to go home. 1 hour away was much too long. I had visions of Harvey trying to comfort a crying baby while at the same time trying to make business calls and cursing my name because of my absence. Not that he would ever do that, but that is were my guilt comes in. I rushed home shortly after the stretching and didn't get anything else in. I am feeling a little unmotivated at the moment due to my 0 weight loss and my +3 pound weight gain over last weeks eating feasts. Is it really possible to gain 3 pounds in one week, apparently when you are over 30!