Day 35...

I just realized that I have 4 months to train for my half marathon. I know I can run the 13.1 miles but I want to be able to get a P.R. So I better get on it. My best time is 1:53, and who really cares about the seconds. At this point it seems like a long shot, but I can't wait for training to start. I love having my sights on a goal.

Harvey is out of town all week. It is impossible to get a run in when he is gone. It is impossible to get any exercise in when he is gone. Whenever I plan for it something inevitably gets in the way. For instance, I planned to exercise this morning at 6:00 before all the kids got up. But what happens? Emma decides that at 6:02 she was going to wake up! So maybe I should just stop planning and take the moment when it comes. It seems that with every week I miss, it takes 2 weeks to make up for it. I may have to take Emma and Rylie to the gym's babysitting area and run on the dreaded treadmill. Ugh, I hate that thing, oh and I hate the babysitting area! Could they at least pretend they like their job?!