Usually, I am the world’s most annoyingly positive human. I find bright spots, full glasses, and silver linings. Not this week. I confess to being in a down place right now. Yes, I’ll be ok, but it’s going to take a little time.
Sunday – 3.55 miles, walking
The week started terribly. I went out for my planned walk, and for some reason, I took a different route. Everything was going great until I encountered a woman who was having what I can only describe as an episode. She blocked my path, and started saying some very concerning things. I was able to keep some distance, extricate myself and call the police to please come check on her.
I am privileged to say that in all my years of running and walking, I have never really been scared. Sure, I’ll be cautious or wary, but some of the things this woman said made my blood run cold. I had a good cry, and by day’s end, I had a self-defense class scheduled with A’s karate sensei and a self-defense item ordered online. There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.
After I calmed down, A and I went out to brunch with my friend and her son, A’s buddy. It was a nice distraction, but I was super jittery and jumpy for the rest of the day.
Monday – 4.5 miles, bridge repeats
And just like that, A started 8th grade. We got our first day of school photos, and then off he went, via bike.
The timing worked out perfectly for me to leave for the bridge right after. And Mr PugRunner met me after that for a back to school breakfast.
I made snickerdoodles and chocolate chips so A and his buddies would have warm cookies after school, and it seemed like everything went well.
Tuesday – 5 miles, running + 2.11 miles, walking
It’s crazy how quickly everything falls into place, even after a year away. After the kids went off to school, J and I met up for our run. We spent the run discussing our kids’ experiences and that was great.
Wednesday – 4.26 miles, walking
Another walk day. A forgot his clarinet (it was his first day of needing his instrument) So I drove it up to the school for him. Whew. Supermom to other rescue.
Om a bright note, I got my new coffee cup and made a shirt to go with it. I also got one for a true-crime-loving friend. I couldn’t resist.
Thursday – 5.01 miles, running + 1.47 miles, walking
Thursday was so exciting. First we ran. It was hot and humid, but such is August.
In the evening, we had a double date planned for a flower arranging/grazing board class. Yes, I know, I’ve been all about charcuterie lately, but that’s just how things worked out. We had a phenomenal time and I learned all sorts of tips for future entertaining.
Friday – 3.69 miles, walking
My morning began horribly. I went out for my regular walk, and on my way home, came across a woman who was comforting a baby deer that had been hit by a car and left for dead. It was truly awful. Her (adult) son ended up calling the police and they did come out to assist. I am not sure if the deer survived – I had to leave, but I hope that it found peace.
We had lunch with my parents, and then we all went about our afternoons. At around 4:00, the boys discovered that Delilah had chosen to cross the rainbow bridge. Of course, we were just broken. It wasn’t unexpected, but it was sudden, and it was a terrible thing for A to find. We were able to bring her to our vet. He said that it seems like her heart just gave out, and she went quickly. She was probably about 12 (we rescued her almost exactly six years ago) and was definitely slowing down. Not it makes things easier.
Rest easy, sweet girl.
Saturday – 10 miles, running + 1.71 miles, walking
Obviously, I slept terribly, and woke up at about 3:30. I couldn’t get myself together so I left to start running at around 5:30 AM. I picked up J at 6 and she let me vent, and rage, and semi-cry through ten miles. She’s pretty much the best.
Mr PugRunner wanted us to get out of the house, so we went to the music store to buy out A’s clarinet, and ask about a repair. Turns out, we were able to upgrade it prior to exiting the contract rather than deal with the repair, so he got a newer, better instrument for just a little bit more.
That evening, A and I stayed home and watched movies, while Mr PugRunner helped celebrate his buddy’s birthday. I was supposed to join, but A didn’t need to be home alone after Friday’s horrific upheaval.
So I don’t know if I can fairly track my goals this week. The last few days have been absolutely blur of sadness. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to our family. It will take some time, of course, but we will get back on track soon.
How was your week in training?
What do you carry for self-defense? Any true crime suggestions?