Getting My Run in on a Sunday Morning

It's been a long time coming, but I woke up, got my butt out of bed, and ran seven miles this morning. It's noon on Sunday, and I'm not worrying about getting my work in today. That is awesome.

Now, it wasn't the best run. The Girl got up at the same time I did, so I was running on the treadmill and babysitting at the same time. Playing peekaboo with Kermit the Frog is a good way to determine if you're in an aerobic heart zone. Stopping my run a couple times to go potty let me fill up my water bottle. Watching Mickey Mouse Club isn't as motivating as a sports show, but the hot dog dance is catchy. It's all about perspective. Instead of being upset that I didn't do better than 9:30 miles, I'm happy that I did something. I know that will make me stronger the next run.