I think the world would be a better place if children understood that mothers need time to reacclimatize to home life after being gone for four days. Sadly, children don’t care. They don’t care that tired mama got up at 4am, was on a plane at 6am and back home in good old CT by noon. Life picks up right where it left off. While I want to pretend that I am still in Nashville shopping in cute little boutiques and eating fun little food. Not happening. Instead I am thrown directly into the lions den of super cranky toddlers. I love you my dear Luke, but please stop screaming. My ears can’t handle it right now.
So, I promise to tell you all about my fantastic trip down south.
I promise to tell you about the
super fantastic most surreal running experience in the form of a marathon that I have ever run.
I promise to tell you about my sisters super adorable little puppy she just got. that woke up anytime between 12 and 2am every night. Delightful little puppy. Really.
I promise to share with you a plethora of pictures taken and turned into little instagram beauties. What did I do before the instagram effects, I do not know.
And I promise none of the above mentioned information will be shared with you today or tonight.
Because tonight I plan on sitting on my bum with a large glass of red wine chatting with my hubs about the events of the weekend. I promise I will do that.
I think I promise that by tomorrow I will have some delightful race reflections and Nashville tidbits for you.
And I will leave you with my official stats from the race…fyi, there were over 22,000 that did the half. just under 4,000 did the full. completely crazy. It was about 80 degrees and 26.2 miles of hills and blazing sun. Kind of like running in the middle of a hot, humid desert. I am certain. It’s possible that’s not all entirely true. It was more like 26.52 miles according to my trusty garmin. Here’s my race 411…
tell me about your weekends?!?!?
log runs? Long races? Long walks?
share some good news my friends 🙂