I didn't sleep well. Between children, dogs, and my own scattered mind, I was up most of the night. So when my alarm went off, I was less than happy. Ironically, my alarm was set to the tone of Bad to the Bone, and I felt anything but.
I had just enough time to get dressed and eat a spoonful of peanut butter before Kelly showed up. We had planned on a four-mile run, but I didn't know if I was up for it. But we started our route anyway. There were no bunnies today or marathon Barbies, but there was lots of good conversation and not-too-bad running. We had an overall pace that was less than stellar, but I have to admit that we were taking full advantage of our walking breaks, and we were walking slow. I thought we were running slow, too, but when it was all said and done our running segment paces were between 13.5 and 14.5. That made me happy, especially since I thought I was dragging us down.
When I got home, rather than staying in, I took my youngest outside to ride her bike, and I grabbed mine too. We rode down to the park by the house, and it's the first time either one of us has been off of our street with a bike. It's not far, maybe 1/2 a mile, if that; but it was a start. I burried her with rocks and we played on the swings before heading home.
My legs felt tired on the way home, and I wondered if they were just tired, or if it was just harder because I was going so slow trying to stay behind my kiddo. I guess we'll see when I finally go off on my own.