I thought I had conquered this part already. No, really… I did. Just a little over a month ago I PR’d a half-marathon in Cheshire, CT. Though I finished that race in pain, the fact that I had set my personal record made me feel as though I was in the best shape of my life.
A horrible training month of May followed – I was often side-tracked, sidelined by phantom gout and otherwise made a lot of excuses. But how much fitness can one lose in a month of poor-training? And mind you, it wasn’t no-training. Just a helluva lot less than I’d been used to doing.
I tossed my daughter in the car and made the drive up to Lake Placid to stay with my friend Dave and his family. Having a 6-year old in the car is nerve-wracking enough, mixing her constant need for entertainment with the omnipresent fear of her proclaiming she needs to use the bathroom (most likely just after we pass a rest stop.) But we endured some traffic and made it there safely in about 4 hours or so with no bathroom breaks.
I tossed my daughter in the car and made the drive up to Lake Placid to stay with my friend Dave and his family. Having a 6-year old in the car is nerve-wracking enough, mixing her constant need for entertainment with the omnipresent fear of her proclaiming she needs to use the bathroom (most likely just after we pass a rest stop.) But we endured some traffic and made it there safely in about 4 hours or so with no bathroom breaks.
The next morning we walked around town a bit and Samantha ran the Kids Race with Dave's kids Reagan and Cora. The cuteness level was at all-time highs.
