The after-party

We had a party last night. A real rager

I hope you aren't mad that I didn't invite y'all. You see, when we party, we party at 3 a.m. and my grandma said it's impolite to call someone after 10 p.m. (though 9 p.m. is a more preferable cut off). Last night's soiree started at 3:30 after his 3 a.m. feeding and lasted until 4:45. I think. After that, I got him quiet enough to lie next to me on the couch so I could go to sleep. Or something like it.

As much as I despise this prolonged interruption in sleep, I like to think of it as making me a better runner. I'm tired in the morning - heck, let's be honest, all day - and I still manage to wake up, feed both of us, put dinner in the slow cooker, function at work (sort of), go for a run before dinner (hopefully) and have semi-coherent conversations with my husband. When it comes time to do that marathon next year and I want to take a nap in the grass at mile 18 (want to join me, L?), I will have full confidence that I can push through the fatigue. I will not only be able to push through the fatigue but I will be able to run another 8.2 miles, make dinner, do dishes and read "Llama Llama Red Pajama."

And then fall asleep in the ice bath. Take that sore muscles!

Are you able to combat fatigue during a run? What are your tips and tricks?

By the way, if you need a daily dose of cuteness, Miles and I had a chat this morning - and I dared to bring up his party habits. Lord knows we don't want to send him to rehab at age 7 months.