February was an unexpectedly busy month — lots of different family visiting at all different times, which is always great — but I must say, it was nice to have last weekend to just kick around with no plans. I can’t even remember what we did, exactly, but I know there were calzones, so is anything else really important? (No.)
To circle back on my mileage goal for February, I did in fact reach it. I think I mentioned I’d run 41 miles in January, but it turns out it was more like 42.5, so on the last day of February, I walked three miles to complete 44 miles total. No too shabby. Of course now I’ve decided to not run at all in March.
You know that boyfriend you spend all your time with and then after awhile he’s all, “I think we need to take a break? I need time to miss you.”? That’s me and running. I love it (and I’m not lying like the boyfriend probably is) and it’s an easy, or easy enough, workout for me. But it’s just too much lately. Plus my foot is a little sensitive right now, so I guess resting it from running wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.
Because I’m an obsessive worker-outer, though (I need my ENDORPHINS!), I decided to do more weight-lifting workouts. (This makes me laugh because I am not sure my piddly little three-pound hand weights can be considered “weight-lifting,” but it’s three pounds more than I lifted at all in February, so I’m going with it.) I’d also like to do more yoga, which I consider a form of weight-lifting. What? Pushing your body weight up and down and over and backwards for an hour and a half? It is too weight-lifting.
So! We’ll see how I fare.
Oh, speaking of walking, the other day LG looked at me and said, “Let’s go on a walk.” This is the child who still doesn’t reliably call me “Mom” (sometimes “Ma”) and yet a whole sentence? Pretty amazing, that one.
I do some group lifting classes at our gym that I really like. Of course, it involves kicky music and me in the back of the class lifting significantly LESS weight than anyone else, but you know. The effort is there.