This Saturday (hopefully) is the beginning of fall soccer season. I am so excited and slightly nervous to see how it goes. So far, running hasn’t been one of my strong suits. I’m not at that place where running is fun anymore. Or where it’s at least a comfortable struggle.
My running club was canceled this week since there’s a competition on Saturday, but I still managed to go running with a friend from work. We do slow and simple 2-3 miles each time, and I really feel like it helps to just get back into the mindset of running. Also, when you’re going slow and short, it tricks your brain into thinking running is fun and that you’re just as good as you once were.
In non-running news, we’re taking Pudge to the vet today. I think he’s been acting a little weird–not eating as much as usual, walking around the house meowing loudly (he’s usually not that talkative), eating strings off our kitchen rug, etc. I noticed that all the strings on our rug were gone the other day. I guess I’d assumed they were just flipped under the rug, but I lifted the edge to see they’ve been chewed off.
I wonder how much string is in his belly.
Also, his incision area from his bladder stone removal earlier this year is red and irritated. I don’t know if he’s been licking it or something else it going on. Better safe than sorry with Pudge, because he never acts like he’s in pain. He makes it a mystery for you to figure out on your own.
Since I mentioned sleeping so well last week, this week hasn’t gone as well. I told you I’d jinx myself! Last night I tossed and turned for about 30-45 minutes, woke up once a 1am, and then woke up before my alarm. I tried to go back to sleep, but the anticipation of my alarm going off any second now keeps me half awake every time. That’s a good way to make 30 minutes feel like an eternity.
This week, though short because of the Labor Day holiday, feels like it’s moving at a snail’s pace. I guess that’s fine since I’ve still got a lot to do before Friday. I still welcome the weekend with loving, sleepy arms.