Day 8

Today started with me waking up too early. I woke up at 3 am. I have no idea why. I just did. Since I can’t very well go to the track at 3 am, I watched tv until I fell back to sleep. I then woke up again at 6:20. I Got myself together and then went to wake up the boys. Both of my sons agreed to go to the track with me this morning. My oldest son, former high school football player, was joining us on the field!

Once we arrived at the track, I realized it was Saturday. Don’t be alarmed. No, I’m not “touched.” It’s just that my days move so fast that sometimes I don’t know what day it is until well after 9:00 am. Anyway, we get to the track and it’s like Friday night at the club. Everybody and their mama were there. Well maybe not everybody’s mama, but still. There were a few extra people there today, including my girl Daisy. She seemed as happy to see me as I was to see her. We waved at each other eagerly like we were old friends.

Everything started off pretty good. My son, BigMan, showed BabyGenius and I some stretch techniques. I like mine better. He tired me out before I even got on the track.  Then we were off. Of course he left BabyGenius and I behind like a pair of old funky track shoes, but I didn’t mind. Watching my first-born son run around that track made me proud. I remember when I use run like that…

I did my first three laps pretty much like I did on DAY SIX and DAY SEVEN and then it happened. I got tired!  What in the SAM HEEZEY?! I wanted to give up on the fourth time around the track. I had jogged/walked each lap prior to the fourth with no problem.  Then this little voice inside me (I think it was the devil) crept up and said, “Ok, you did enough. Go home now.”

Can I tell you it was so HARD to finish those last two laps? I did not jog even once during those last two laps. I just walked around fighting that little lazy voice (or the devil) inside me. Today was really tough. I had to keep telling myself to finish. On the last lap I really understood why people use performance enhancements drugs. Not that I ever would. I just mean I understand.

I tell you, if I were not afraid of losing focus, I’d take off tomorrow. My son told me I probably need a day off to rest. I know he’s right but what am I going to do tomorrow morning when I get up at 6am? Nothing??? I can’t do that. Maybe I will just walk around my neighborhood instead and not go to the track. Just a brisk little walk around a couple of blocks and come right back. What do you think?

You know what I do think? I think all those people on the track sucked my energy right from me. I don’t think I like Saturday mornings. Maybe Saturday and Tuesday should be my days off. Tuesday because of track maintenance and Saturday because it’s meet and greet day. You guys should have seen me on that last walk around. I had taken off my little running jacket, tied it around my waist and my phone and keys?! I wanted to toss them ‘cross the field. Once I took off my little jacket, I had to take those items out of my pocket and hold them or else they would have fallen out. I had to do all of that whilst finishing my last lap. Talk about exerting precious energy! I was this close (oh, you can’t see me-well imagine it) to leaving that track and going out to find a fanny pack.

Well that’s all for now. It’s going to be a scorcher today. I’m going to kick back and enjoy this central air. You all have a great day!

Ms. P.