Last night was our 30 minute run with a distance of 3 miles. Of course not all of us run a 10-minute mile so I knew that I would be doing quite a bit of walking at the end of the 30 minutes to get back to the car. What I didn’t realize is that I’d be doing a lot of walking BEFORE the 30 minutes were up. I just didn’t have it in me to run very much last night. The weather was perfect for running, I’d eaten a light supper, had all the water I needed during the day, and even had a banana just to help ward off muscle cramps. Basically I had done everything I needed to do to physically prepare for the run. The only thing I can think of is that whatever little bit of energy reserves I had were depleted by my little sweetheart who’s getting a 9-month jump on her Terrible Two’s. She’s on her 8th day of a 10-day course of antibiotics and just isn’t quite herself. Normally she plays independently very well but lately she’s been clingy to Mommy. And that’s ok. I love when she runs over to hug me and give me a kiss just because she wants to. Maybe she’ll take it easy on me today and let me have a recovery day before tomorrow’s run. I doubt that will happen but a girl can dream, right?