Sure, why not?!

I've been in a funk lately. I don't want to be at work but I don't want to be home. I don't want to work out or watch t.v. or be on the computer or do anything.
Have you ever just been going along minding your own business and then something makes you stop dead in your tracks and you wonder, "is this what I'm going to do with my life?"
I just feel attacked lately. I keep getting hit and knocked down. I'm tired of all of my actions being under scrutiny and then people ASSuming how I'm going to react or perceiving things the wrong way.

I've also been thinking that we've been going about the PMS theory all wrong. You know how when you're having a bad day or someone is just an a** and then they say, "Are you PMSing?" A woman's first response is to get all upset and defensive, right? Well, from now on I'm going to embrace it.
Someone doesn't like my attitude. Response: I'm PMSing!
You don't like how much I've spent. Response: I'm PMSing!
Go ahead and order the 7 layers of chocolate for dessert. Response:I'm PMSing!
The laundry doesn't get done for more than a week. Response:I'm PMSing!
I think I can apply it to pretty much anything I want to. If guys can use it as an excuse for us being mad about something, which of course they could never be the cause of, then we should be able to use it as an excuse just because.
That's my deep thought for the week. Do with it what you will.

12 laps in 30 minutes!

Best Laid Plans...

So, the running thing hasn't been going very well. Not so much that it's not going well, it's just not going. As soon as we determined our schedule all sorts of things came up. Friday we went to a comedy club to see a comic that didn't show and we suffered through terrible customer service on top of that. Saturday the hubbs had to study all day for upcoming tests. I think we decided not to run because we would for sure pick it back up on Sunday. Of course Sunday I wasn't feeling well. It wasn't a cold, I just kept feeling light headed and then I could feel a migraine trying to rip apart my skull. Monday the hubbs got a B! on his test so we wanted to celebrate AND it was the kickoff for the 49ers season, so we had to go eat and then watch the first half of the game with my parents. 49ers won! It was a tough game but they pulled it out with about 22 seconds left in the game!
Last night we finally got back to the track and I ran one lap and the little one needed to go to the bathroom. So, I may or may not have taken him to a field nearby. Altogether I got about 3 laps done. I did do a 30 minute circuit training workout, so I got about an hour's worth of exercise.
We are still trying to figure out a schedule that's going to work for us. We can't go in the morning because I don't want to leave the boys alone. If we go in the evening, I get home from workout after 6, so we get to the track around 7 and then when it's all said and done we don't get home until almost 8, which is too late for the boys to eat because their bedtime is 8. I also have to still find time to do laundry, pick up odds and ends, get my gym bag ready for the next day, shower, look at the sale ads, watch t.v., EAT.
It sounds like I'm trying to find reasons to get out of this whole running stuff. I'm really not, though. Right?