The last 48 hours have been an emotional roller coaster of my own making that has left me disappointed, tired and fretful. I was excited but I’m reserving what little excess energy I have for later.
It all starts Sunday evening when Ally thought she was experiencing contractions. These sensations didn’t last longer than 30’ but they thrust my imagination into overdrive, taking me on a whirlwind ride of what ifs and holy cows, all the while questioning whether I was ready. I can now unequivocally say, “I was ready”.
We returned home, the sensations immediately stopped, and Ally went to bed. Today, we have nothing, not even a remote, tiny, inconsequential little tightening. I’m not a patient person.
Needless to say, after two restless nighst I’m left with a weary body and a low level of enthusiasm. If it wasn’t for my brother-in-law needing to get into shape for Rapattack I question whether I would have run. Actually that’s silly, I would have run, just slower.
Monday: day off (scheduled)
Tuesday: easy 59:58