Four days a week, I even do two-a-day workouts. However, my attendance for those is anything but perfect. It is hard to make every single practice immediately after school due to various meetings, appointments, etc., but I try to make as many as possible. And as soon as summer comes, I'll be at nearly every single practice.
Today, however, was one of the days I skipped. I had all good intentions of running 2+ miles with the kiddos today, but I made an amateur mistake yesterday that rendered me incapable of running today.
CW, one of my grad school friends who is a super great real-life friend, and I went on a walk with her beautiful baby. I thought it was going to be a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood, and while it certainly was, it was much warmer than I thought, and we ended up going much further than I anticipated.
All of this was wonderful and would've ended perfectly had I planned my outfit accordingly and worn workout pants and tennis shoes. Instead, I went straight from work in my little plaid skirt and sandals.
While I was super comfortable for the majority of the walk, I soon realized that I was experiencing the worst chafing of my entire life.
This is approximately the time that I started walking like a cowboy in an old western.
And if that's not enough, I have quite the blisters on the balls of my feet. Apparently the calluses that I had from last summer had gone away. I'll save you the horror of a photograph (you can thank me later), but just imagine a nickel-sized ball of blister. Yep, lovely.
Regardless of all of my hot mess-itude, the walk was awesome. It was so, so, so good to catch up with a good friend, one whom I had not seen for far too long. I love the friends who -- despite the length of time between reunions -- pick up right where you left off. Although it had been about six months since we had done our usual get-together, it was like a day had not gone by. But, it also made me realize how much I had missed CW and how much I need to see her more often. :)
So anyway, back to me being a disaster.
I skipped running today. I probably could've managed it, but I also more than likely would have done more damage to my "injuries" and would've caused myself even more misery -- which in turn would've resulted in me taking even more time away from my two-a-days.
I will, however, be running four miles with the kids on Saturday -- whether or not my legs and feet are back to normal.