Saturday's run was a sixteen-miler. I was very anxious about it overnight; I kept waking up wondering if it was time to go yet. I was worried that my dinner wasn't substantial enough to fuel me through. The run was okay - I am still being slow and generous with myself, but my leg muscles were just exhausted by the end. I feel like I am good cardio-wise, but I am trying to work on my leg muscles. I have accumulated an almost silly regime of preparation and recovery: Nip guards! Vaseline on the thighs! Two bottles of Gatorade! Ice baths! There is no glamor in this task.
In other news, our nanny quit on Wednesday, after missing work on Tuesday for health reasons, and announced that Friday would be her last day. Amid a week of bad news and unpleasant events, this one took the cake. We pulled it together and hired a delightful new nanny on Saturday, and so far she is great. Our third nanny in about 14 months. I'm feeling like Destiny's Child up in here, but hopefully now things can settle down.
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