Here's the scenario: it's 4:45 am and my daughter is hugging the toilet, fighting a stomach bug. I'm holding her hair back; half asleep, half awake. She then tells me she wants to take a bath. Um, ok, it's 5:15 in the morning, but, sure let's take a bath. I'm fully awake now. I get the bed remade and start the laundry. At this point I'm thinking, as only a runner would, she won't be able to go to school today and I need to get my long run in. How am I going to make that happen? My options are limited. I either leave when she gets back in bed or I don't go. Hmmm. As I'm thinking about it, I run downstairs and charge my iPod as there is no way I can get through a 10 miler at this hour without music. At 5:30 I get her out of the tub and settled back in and decide to change into my gear. My husband tells me he needs to leave around 7:00 and then turns over and falls back asleep. I stare longingly at my bed, which I could so easily just crawl back into, and then I quickly run downstairs and grab my shoes. It's a balmy 16 degrees out, I have not had caffeine and I've slept for about 4 hours - less than ideal but it is what it is. I'm hoping Flo Rida and his 'good feeling' are going to help me through this one. Am I crazy? Yes. Most runners are.
Listen to this:
My Country - Tune Yards