Do you ever wish you could bottle up the odd amount energy you have at the moment to be able to drink it when you’re dragging?
I’m experiencing that right now. After a super hard HIIT workout on Sunday, I had low expectations for my run yesterday morning….but I busted out 4 strong miles and felt like I could keep going. Not to mention I’ve been doing 3 am pumping sessions, and yet spent a lot of time Sunday and Monday nights working on blog stuff.
And even still, I’m feeling inspired by these beautiful flowers and the sunshine we had yesterday –> our peonies were out of control so Mike cut them back…but they attract ants, so we leave them outside on our deck.
Anyway, while I was pretty groggy when I woke up this morning and it took me a long time to feel awake (usually I jump right out of bed….I know, don’t be annoyed), once I was up – I was UP AND AT ‘EM.
Anyway, before my 4-mile run yesterday morning, I had an extra silly play session with Vera. She woke up a little early but was still in a goofy mood – maybe she’s going through the same thing as me 🙂
I quickly showered at home after my run and then headed into work where I ate overnight oats and tackled my to-do list.
After work, Vera and I headed out on a walk (and stopped by the park for some swinging) while Mike tackled the peony trimming.
Once we were all home and inside, we ate dinner together (Mike and Vera had the frittata and I had PB&J since I had the frittata for lunch) and then we played and played and played before she went down for the night.
All in all it was a pretty typical Monday around here!
Before I sign off for the day, I wanted to share my latest post over at SheintheCle.com – I turned 30 and no longer give a s***. Here’s an excerpt but please read the whole thing, if you’re so inclined!
At 30, a flip switched completely though. What it comes down to is that getting older is far more liberating than I would have expected. On my birthday, I said I’d rather be 30 than 20 again, and that is still sooo true.
And I expect it to keep getting better.
By staying true to myself, going after what I want, and making sure my little family comes first, I plan to be able to say at 40 that I’d rather be 40 than 30 again.
Is there an age you finally felt fully confident being you?
What was a highlight of your Tuesday?
Do you need rest days between tough workouts?