Weekends are good

I love the weekend.

Reason Numero Uno
Husband is in school all day, 8 to 5, Monday through Friday. Then he studies, studies, studies, and I don't really get to see him/spend time with him. AT ALL. Weekends provide some much needed companionship with spouse time. All is well.

Reason Numero Dos
Because of Reason stated above, I don't do much housework on the weekends. And I don't care. My house gets messy and I don't care...until Sunday night.

Reaosn Numero Tres
Long runs. I've been loving my long runs lately. Today I cranked out 8 miles. To most of you, maybe 8 miles in an "easy" run. Not for me, my friends. Eight miles is a big deal.

I always approach my long runs with a bit of apprehension. See, Saturday morning rolls around I start to freak out a bit. Thoughts start running through my mind like, "Did I over-run this week?" "Can I handle my long run?" "What if it's a disappointing run?" "What if I just can't make it to the end?" yada, yada, yada.

I'm a bit of a worrier and pessimist. Two traits I've tried to eliminate in my life, and have yet to do so. Anyway, I usually don't run until the afternoon or nighttime, so I have all day to sit and stew over how I'm going to get through my long run.

Inevitably, I always make it through my long run, and I usually do it better than expected. Like today. Today was great. The eight miles felt effortless. Even with a bleeding toe (I thought I felt something not right during my run).

So this post was pretty pointless. But I love the weekends, and I love my long runs, bleeding toe included.

Side note: Runners are funny. Take the bleeding toe thing, for example. How much pain do we inflict upon ourselves, knowingly and unknowingly, just so that we can run?