It has been a trying morning. I got up extra early to do this 6-mile run on my schedule. At 6am it’s already in the 70s wtih 70% humidity.
Downstairs, I find that Bonnie, our basset/terrier cross, has dragged down an entire bag of four peaches/nectarines and eaten - pit and all - three of them, and in a brief fit of sanity spit out the fourth pit, and in a parting shot (or prelude? We will never know) shredded bags across the middle of the living room.
This is not the first time this has happened, mind you. Earlier this week, it was an entire bunch of bananas. All of them. Two weeks ago, we narrowly avoided a four-figure vet bill when she ate a sample pack of dried fruit, which we found in a nick of time did not include raisins - apparently nature’s dog poison. Anyway, this morning, let’s just say that a couple of google searches later, salt-induced vomiting by the dog, and accidentally-induced vomiting by the husband (prompted by husband’s diligence in checking Bonnie’s stomach contents to be sure all the pits were out of her system), the situation was resolved (more or less) by the time I got home. Husband’s executive decision probably saved us a couple thousand dollars in surgery-related vet bills to extricate pits from said dog, who apparently revels - repeatedly and to great lengths, judging by her raids of the fruit bowl - in her exceptionalism to the “survival of the fittest” theory of natural selection.
Did I mention this all happened before 7:30 am?
I think my blood sugar must still be in the tank, because even now, a good three hours after the run and post breakfast with kefir and strawberries and shredded wheat and coffee, I’m still crabby and tired with zero patience for little things that don’t go right through the day - something doesn’t work, annoying coworkers, etc. etc.
But here’s the REALLY dumb thing: completing a six mile run on a weekday morning is actually a huge victory for me. Even a year ago I never would have dreamed of being able to take on six miles in a predictable enough way to be able to also make it to work on time.
This year’s marathon training has been interesting in that there have been few brand new training challenges - it’s really been about whether I could do the things I’d done before faster or in a more disciplined way. But this run was definitely a challenge, and it is becoming increasingly clear an underestimated challenge at that.
But there are successes. I got up especially early, which has been a challenge in the past. And even more so, I completed the run at a slightly over 10 minute pace - nothing to sneeze at for me, anyway, particularly given a very high humidity. In short, I have good reasons to be very proud of myself this morning. But instead of feeling accomplished, I’m mostly just tired and cranky and want to take a nap on the couch. Some days, huh.
Ah, well - it’s done. And the day can only get better from here. Right??