Sunday is, occasionally, my favorite day of the week. I say "occasionally" because, with life being so hectic, nothing stays routine for very long.
These days, it begins at the crack o'dawn (5:30) with breakfast, and I'm out the door by 6:15 to meet up for my group run. Initially I thought there would be no way I could get myself up so early on a Sunday every week, but it's actually become something I look forward to. This morning I beat the alarm! Who am I??
Today was 8 miles with the group. I was nervous going into this one, since last week was fairly rough mentally and physically. Super busy at work, total burnout on Monday, knee pain, crazy back spasms yesterday (due to some sloppy weight lifting on Friday... my bad...). BUT it turned out to be one of my best runs yet! I love how that happens. I also love being a beginner, because I set a new distance record every week!
Of course afterwards I look something like this:
Complete with dirt lines, instead of tan lines. I feel really hard core saying that. For a second. Then I just feel gross and run straight to the shower.
Afterwards there is always coffee. Up until recently my husband and I had a little tradition where we'd go out for coffee and catch up with each other on Sunday mornings. As much as I enjoyed that, with me running longer and longer on Sundays, it's just not possible. Plus he got a tutoring gig on Sundays for a couple hours (or 3...) so, well, we'll catch up some other time. Maybe after we graduate. But there was still coffee!
Afternoons are spent
sleeping pouring over textbooks till 3 or so, and our evenings are usually spent with my family in Highland. I know, it's kind of pathetic that I'm 26, married, and still do laundry at my parent's house. #1: I AM a mama's girl, and not ashamed to admit it. #2: Well, frankly, my family is incredibly entertaining and I love spending time with them.
Case in point:
We just can't help ourselves. I hope you all are having a wonderful Sunday as well!