Huffing and puffing

What do you do when you get an e-mail like this?

A) Tell your friend that she is a special kind of mad and you don’t subscribe to such madness.

B) Think about it but decide that last November’s W.O.O.F. was chilly enough and a December race will only be worse.

C) Start looking at training plans.

I think you all know which answer I picked.

Yes, I am crazy.

BUT, I’ll have 12 weeks between my first post-partum race, the Fort-4-Fitness 4-miler, and the Huff – the perfect amount of time for a training plan. And there’s nothing like a race to keep you running as the weather cools.

Now I just need to decide whether to base my training schedule on a 15K plan or a half-marathon one.

Have you ever signed up for a race that had people questioning your sanity?

Last year, I signed up for there loops, totaling 16 miles, at the W.O.O.F. with less than three weeks to train and never having run more than a half-marathon. It was insane but I ended up doing well and placing first in my age group.

Tripped up

Move that body: 2.2-mile walk

This weekend, I packed my bags and hit the road.

Underwear? Check. Dress? Check. Nikes? Check. Garmin? Check. A bajillion measuring spoons and recipe cards? Check.

Oh, and Miles?

Check!

The lil guy and I headed to Cincinnati to hang with The Grandma and host a bridal shower for my soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Hi, Uncle Steve!

We had a great time visiting with family, assembling meat and veggie trays for the shower and indulging in a little too much bridge mix.

We did not have a great time running because, well, we didn’t run. Those Nikes never came out of the bag. Sad but true. Between all the duties for the shower, family time, sleeping when I could and Miles being a Mr. Fuss Bucket, it just didn’t seem to work. 

And, you know what? I didn’t feel that guilty about it. Family > running.

Do you exercise on weekend trips? What did you do this weekend?