There’s nothing like a week of well-earned rest after a good race, is there? I’ve had a nice week of walks and yoga, letting things settle back into the groove.
Monday 2 mile walk pushing O in the stroller for most of the way – bad idea! The walk would have been fine, but pushing 40 pounds of toddler up hill was more than I was ready for! I actually got a little woozy.
Tuesday 30 minutes of stretching and yoga before bed
Wednesday 30 minutes of walking
Thursday 30 minutes of yoga and stretching (see a pattern here?), plus some body weight strength training
Friday 2 mile walk (thankfully, without pushing O!)
Saturday 2 hours of walking at the zoo for the Halloween party – O had a blast!
Sunday First run post-half marathon – an untimed, fun run for a Girls on the Run Halloween fundraiser. We had a great time running with O and then taking on a lazy 3 miles. I’ll have more later this week, with loads of pictures!
All in all, it was a good recovery week. I did a good job cutting off the post-race treat mentality by getting back to tracking on Monday. I confess, I didn’t track every day this week but other than some bedtime snacks I don’t really need, I did okay with food all week. I need to get the bedtime snacking back under control this week since that was one of my goals for the month!
Last week, I ran across lots of people lost on our campus so my good deed is definitely all of the escorting and guiding I’ve done. My NSV is two fold: A) inspired by the article I mentioned in last week’s Friday Favorites about being trapped by old visions of ourselves, I tossed a pair of capri pants I never liked much anyway that are now too small into the Goodwill bin and B) despite the fact that those pants that fit two years ago are too small now, I’m happy to see that most of my pants that were snug earlier this summer now fit nicely.
I’m grateful this week that I have a good partner in parenting. We’ve had some parental angst this week with O’s preK and I’ve had to go have a couple of mama bear meetings. Sigh. I don’t like being “that mom” and yet, it’s my baby. Sometimes I have to step in. Darrell is such a sane voice in all of this, helping me figure out what to say so that we’re focused on what’s actionable and what needs to change instead of just our parental anger (and make no mistake – he was angry too). I think he is a huge part of keeping me binge free (and really, not even tempted) this week even though this kind of mama drama has been a problem for me in the past.