What is it they say about the best laid plans? Because I’m pretty sure my personal mission statement would encompass this theory in some way… if I had one… which I don’t… But let me back up. I last posted on Monday from NYC, where I was bemoaning my late scheduled run in my basement. Which never happened. I was also complaining about my early morning flight to Nashville, TN. Which did happen. After a sleepless night spent jockeying the kids out of our bed and into theirs (Hello out there? Anyone else have this problem with their kids?), I was off to the airport by 6am. Needless to say I did not work out yesterday either. Instead, I spent the better half of the precious nighttime hours I so desperately covet complaining about how much I should work out, followed by all the reasons why I was too tired to. Thankfully today brought a new outlook with the promise of clearing skies and warmer weather.
Here I come 6 mile run! (Or so I said at 9am). Then came the flurry of emails, conference call invites and trips to the grocery store, school and UPS.
Here I come 5 mile run! (Or so I said at 1pm). Then it was time to feed the baby (oops, I should probably remember to eat at some point too), fold the laundry and finish the project needed for the 3pm conference call.
So a 4 mile run it was! It was so nice to get outside (see you treadmill in the dungeon), I really enjoyed running through downtown. I did, however, cut my run so close to my conference call that I literally ran back into the development, up the street, in my house, up the stairs and dutifully dialed into my 3:00 conference call at 2:59:58. If only someone was standing in my kitchen holding a paper cup of water I could have at least treated my kitchen as a water station and walked through it. I am sure my heavy breathing prompted a few raised eyebrows on the conference call, but I can’t worry about that now.
With my workout behind me, I set my sights on a trip to Action Wheels to have them look at my bike and peruse the closeouts. After I a somewhat rushed dinner, my husband and I decided to divide and conquer- he and the boy’s to Dick’s to purchase my eldest son’s soccer gear for his inaugural game this weekend and me and the baby to Action Wheels (probably not the ideal place to bring a baby, but what the hell). We swung into the parking lot at 7:15 all smiles and excitement… Only… it was closed. What did I just say about the best plaid plans…?
Oh well. Maybe another day.