Running on Friday afternoons is always difficult. Even before Neale came along, I was always pretty exhausted by Friday afternoon after a long week at work. I always hated making plans for Friday nights because all I wanted to do was drink a beer and go to bed at 8 o'clock.
We had parent-teacher conferences on Wednesday night this week (forcing me to miss my beloved running/beer group), and SGO's were due today (Student Growth Objectives... boring teacher stuff). It's been a particularly tough week, so to have to go for a run after school, even a short five miler like today, feels torturous.
I can't believe I would regularly run 10 miles on Friday afternoons this time last year. I generally look back at all of last fall and can't believe I kept up that intensity for so long. Sometimes I'm capable of amazing myself. Maybe next year I'll think, "I can't believe I kept up the streak with a newborn at home."
And now that the miles for today are in the book, it's time for that beer.