Saturday I was in a bad mood. Just crabby crabby crabby. The kids were driving me bananas and it seemed like anything I tried to get us all in a better mood failed miserably. I tried to get everyone dancing, Jack was clearly annoyed and Gwen cried because I wouldn't "freeze dance." I tried having a tea party and Maddy refused to come upstairs on her own two feet, so cried on the bottom step for 15 minutes. I made everyone attempt a nap and then left for a workout. I could have taken a nap, too, but decided the workout would make me feel better about all the bad food I knew I'd be eating later.
I did my first Bike/Run workout and actually rode my bike for the first time in months. It was 90 degrees and windy but the bike part felt good. I did about 6 miles in 34 minutes, around the neighborhood. After the bike I drank some water, ate a shot block and then did a 3 mile loop. My legs felt like lead, I was struggling hard and was sure I must be doing 12 minute miles, which was ok given the heat and already riding the bike. But I was actually doing 8:30/mile. I was in a weird cadence where I could either walk or run fast and could not change my pace. I finished the 3 miles but it was killer. I would have rather done 10min/mile and gone a little longer.
Afterward I iced my legs and streatched and felt a million times better mentally. The kids still drove me bananas, but I had slightly more patience to deal with them.