It seems like the more running I do, the more I want to do. I was actually trying to figure out yesterday how I could get to my lunch date with my 8 year old nephew Pete, get a run in, and get back to work in a decent amount of time. Those thoughts haven't creeped into my head in a very long time.
I've run 4 days this week which deserves a call to the Guinness Book of World Records...I've been to my fitness camp twice this week, and ran after the camp both days. I've had no problems getting up at 5am and hitting the pavement for some type of physical activity.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm loving every single minute of it.
I plan on tearing up the trails on my mountain bike tomorrow with T-roy in tow.
Sunday, I'm going to end the week with a 10 mile run.
And in 36 days I get to marry the man of my dreams!
I feel like running around the backyard singing "The Sound of Music" or something else equally as cheesy.
Life is good people and I may make it an entire week without complaining about anything!
Tonight we are celebrating Pete's birthday with the other niece/nephew rugrats. It's going to be f-u-n (for real). Speaking of Pete...kids will say the darndest things:
Last night I was working out with my mom and Pete was in the room trying his hand at lunges and crunches and other torturous moves I was inflicting on my mom. First he asked me if I was going to kill her because "she looks like she's going to die"....he then followed that lovely question with this vital piece of information:
"I'm only 8. Which means I'm not old yet. But when I do get old, I'll get fat and then I'll have to work out too."
Have a great weekend!