In January, I skipped almost ALL of my runs. I lost some speed (I mean, what teeny bit of speed I had). But I hit my highest mileage week ever last week, at 19 miles. I ran 10.9 miles, for a distance PR for me. And it wasn't awful.
And that's all I've got for running. I'm feeling pretty bummed today, so I won't be offended if you stop here and just say, NICE 11 miles! I promise.
So today is supposed to be the last day of The Steroid. This entire month, I've been counting down, banking on the fact that it was just 28 days, and she'd be back to her normal, pleasant self.
We had to call the clinic yesterday, because she's LITERALLY eating so much, her stomach was hurting. She can't digest what she's taking in fast enough. So we call, and the nurse tells H, that we can expect this on her NEXT ROUND OF STEROIDS ALSO.
Wait, what?? WHAT?? Next round? Like, more of this??
And I don't know how to deal with that.
She's like a whole different person. An unpleasant, gluttonous, mean person, that I don't even recognize.
Look at this. This was Gabby in August, her first day of school.
This was Gabby this morning.
And that's a super happy face for her. That is about as good as it gets.
When I worked the Operation Jack Marathon the day after Christmas, I remember thinking that I just didn't know how Sam and his family did it. Parenting is hard. I couldn't even begin to imagine parenting a child that couldn't... show you love, and appreciation. I really rely on that feedback from my kids, to know I'm doing right by them.
And here we are. With an unreasonable 4 year old, that hates just about everything we do to her.
I guess there's no point really to this, except to whine.
And now that it's out of my system, I'm gonna stop and work on my fun announcement for later today :D.