Monday, Monday (except now it's Tuesday)

Poor Monday always gets a bad rap. We pile so many hopes on Monday that by Sunday night they are already sliding into Tuesday. For that reason I try to be gentle on my Mondays...don't expect more than they can give...except when it comes to my workout.

If I don't get my Monday workout in, I can't seem to pull things together for the rest of the week exercisewise. And that wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that in the past month there have been 3 Federal Holidays on Monday so the pool (my current fitness muse) is closed.

Yesterday I decided that instead of letting Martin Luther King, Jr. Day get me down, I would run with the boys. And what a fun that is! All we have to do is step out our door to run on a flat half-mile loop, and they think it is the greatest thing in the world to run with Mom. They leap like mountain goats up and down the curb and over imaginary hurdles on the sidewalk. After a mile, they were tired (I don't blame them, so was I) so I dropped them off and ran two more laps on my own. It wasn't as fun as the first mile, but the sense of accomplishment was worth it. And I'm hoping that a little cross-training will help improve my kick.