It’s Sunday, two days before Charlie’s tenth birthday. I’m at a loss for words and lacking motivation to do much of anything, anticipating the day in a way that has me paralyzed.
I would suspect that’s normal, though.
I was texting with my friend Karen earlier, and she suggested I make a goal of running 10 miles this week. Then we decided we should ALL make that goal.
This solves a couple of problems for me personally:
One, I’m likely going to eat pizza every night this week since my husband is traveling, so I’ll be able to burn off a few calories.
Two, Henry and I can burn off some energy and (my) anxiety in the evenings with a run around the block.
It seems so very easy, really. Just pick your favorite activity — running, walking, skipping, biking — and log 10 miles this week.
Throw on your running shoes and get outside!