This week has gone by ridiculously, ridiculously fast.
Sunday - 18 miler (see previous post)
Monday - Day off
Tuesday - 5 miles in the morning, Xtend Barre in evening
Wednesday - Unintentional day off
Thursday - 5 miles in the morning, Xtend Barre in evening (kicked my butt)
Friday: 3-4 miles
Saturday: 4 miles
Sunday: 20 miles (!!!) - Yup, going to go for it. My legs feel fine.
In other news, I have been incredibly flaky/forgetful lately, which I didn't quite understand until I took a mental step back to assess what I've been doing. There's just so much going on. Usually I am on the go from the moment I wake up (~5:15 a.m.) to the time I go to bed.
Examples of recent flakiness:
-Forgot psychiatry appointment. For the second time. She was not amused.
-Forgot to put away lab equipment that really needed to be put away promptly. Luckily, we were able to resuscitate it.
-Scheduled birthday party the night before my husband's 7 a.m. marathon (the one that is 2.5 hours away...)
-Forgot to submit various important emails/pieces of paperwork
-Forgot about office hours
I try hard to be conscientious and meet my obligations, but my brain appears to have reached full capacity here. What space I have, I devote to the most important stuff - family, interesting research and teaching, running. Not so much to the things that at this point seem kind of irritating and in the way. Like my meetings with my psychiatrist, who is a nice woman with meager therapy skills and who I just wish would give me my prescription without me having to come in once a month even when I feel completely fine.
Clearly I need to make more lists or something. Except then I would lose them, so really, what is the point.