Darcy - Tuesday July 15

Poor Ginger. She really gets the short end of the Mama traveling stick. I'm quite sure she didn't get any walkies. Her time outdoors is limited, and she has no feet to sleep on during the day when my office is vacant.

We returned Sunday night, which was actually Monday morning - 1 am. A long journey home, and flights always wipe me (note to self-get to Texas a day sooner!), I spent all day Monday with the kids, catching up on cuddles, playing, shopping for prizes for my most well-behaved children. After only a few hours of sleep the night before, I was in no condition to go for a walk.

Tonight, I felt guilty as Ginger heavily plunked herself down on my feet. I figured I could at least walk her since walking doesn't bother my toe.

I went upstairs. I'm pretty sure subconsciously I knew what I was doing. Heavy duty sports bra (DDs don't like flimsy ones), the running tank, my headband, my too big for me shorts (because I'm now a size 10!), the good sox. My inhaler.

Ginger sensed what was going on and was waiting for me by the door. When we started off, I could feel my toe rubbing against the side of my shoe. I was only going to walk. That lasted for about.... 4 steps.

I have to say, for bad luck... I get good bad luck. If it had been any of my other toes, pushing off in running would hurt like an SOB. But being my pinky toe, I think its just an annoyance.

It was a beautiful night! My loop is lit up by moonlight, there is a slight breeze, and its a cool 75 - my favorite temp. I felt at ease with my body, and my mind as I pushed my strides a little longer than normal and kicked up my turnover.

The good news is, the ankle and tweaked knee are fine! Wonderful, in comparison. I put it a 1 mile test run, lengthening my stride, and pushing it the whole way, only stopping for a poo (Ginger's not mine). My lungs felt good, my legs felt good, and I wanted to do more. I decided not to push it. Like Sarah has said - go slow, we have time.

Tomorrow, gym. If work doesn't get in the way!