And the moping begins...

I'm editing my mopey post because this picture was emailed to me today and it gave me a smile. That's some members of Team Animal League when we took our tour and afterwards we took group shots with Beth O, the founder of the team (the gorgeous model in the middle) and shot a commercial. Look at all those adorable puppies we're holding!

I woke up all crabby today thinking about this giant disruption to my life. Yesterday, after my fantastic appointment with the surgeon and after getting another filling replaced (yes, it was a banner day!) I went running. I did 6 miles and I was so ticked off the whole time I stayed right around 10 min/mile until the last 2 miles. It was on the trail which is uphill the first 3 miles so I had kind of burned out by the end. For me, 10 min/mile on a hill is pretty fast. It must have been anxiety and anger pushing me along.

My plan when this all started to sink in was to do the 15-mile run I was planning on doing this weekend on Thursday. I already had a comp day planned for Friday so I moved it up by a day so I could have an enjoyable day before getting sliced open. I told this to my husband and he was definitely not in support of that idea. He's worried about the surgery and doesn't think I should wear myself out the day before. Eh, maybe he's right. I was just thinking if I did that I technically wouldn't miss any long runs because I'd get this week's in early and then I had already planned to do next week's on Labor Day because that's when the big New Haven 20K is. That would give me 10 days between surgery and the race and I HOPE I should be able to do it, even if it's slowly.

I might do 3 miles today instead of weights and do 6 tomorrow. That shouldn't leave me too tapped out and I'd get in 15 miles this week. If I had known this was coming I would have planned this out so I could get all my miles in this week and only have to worry about falling off next week but it is what it is. Nothing I can do about it now.