1. I'm finally getting a run in tonight. It'll be my first since Sunday (shh, don't tell my running friends...). It's not that I don't want to run. I'm a stay at home mum so I have the time. I just have ZERO motivation to run when I have to do it on my own. My running partner cancelled on Monday since her little guy was sick. Totally understand that! But I just couldn't drag myself and Spud out in the pouring rain. Tuesday... rain again. Wednesday... no rain, but when I have a speed workout on the schedule I know it won't get done if I'm pushing +60lbs. Lots of self-defeating thoughts this week. In case you're wondering why I don't just go out on my own in the evenings Colin was working late all those nights (I'll spare you my thoughts on that).
2. My final 32km/20mi run is on Sunday! Hip hip hooray! And Eek! That means taper is just around the corner... oh, and a little 42.2km run too.
3. Spud made me this sculpture this morning:
He keeps making me "presents" for my birthday that I have to leave on my bedside table. Unfortunately we have a bit of a timeline/3 -1/2 year old logic issue. My birthday was on 17 March. However, he keeps thinking that it's coming up because my mum didn't make me my usual birthday cake. Yes, I have had the same 3 layer chocolate cake made for me every year since I was about 5... I tried explaining that I won't be getting presents again when we finally do have the cake, but he doesn't really get it. So, until we have cake, I have a feeling Spud will be giving me lots of hand-made gifts and yelling, "Happy Birthday Mummy! Here's your present!"