This is something I say all the time around my house. When my kids are driving my crazy and not listening..... "FOR THE LOVE". I am not sure where I got it from, but I say it and it's funny because now the 3 yr old is picking up on it. She doesn't just say the words, she has the right tone as well. LOL-
Well, today while I was running my 12 miles, I kept thinking "FOR THE LOVE" and a couple times it was "FOR THE FREAKING LOVE". Why? Oh only because I felt really heavy and I felt like I was running so slow. My pace was pretty close to normal each time I looked at the GPS, but I felt slow. I felt heavy and slow. "FOR THE LOVE"
How is it that one week you can run 20 miles and feel AWESOME. (last weeks run was 20) and then the very next week you only go 12 and you feel like you ate a load of bricks and now you are dragging your butt on the ground. UGH....
Two weeks from today is the marathon. I am super excited. I am a little anxious because my hubby is always there at the finish line when I run a race. He drops me off at the bus pick up and then he is always there to see me finish and then he drives me back to the hotel. Well, turns out there is a golf tournament that he really wants to play in. I figure this isn't my first or second marathon, in fact it will be my 8Th, so I told him that if he can get a sitter for the kids that morning while he golfs, that I wouldn't mind if he skipped this race. I really don't care. I am just wondering how it works at the finish line when you don't have someone you know there waiting to cheer you on. I am also wondering how I am going to get from the finish line back to my hotel. I might have to get a room close enough to the finish so that I can just walk back. We shall see.
* Update on my brother. He got the results back yesterday. It was not Cancer. YAY! We really didn't think it was, but we were still worried. Turns out it didn't even have anything to do with his Over active lymph nodes either. It was an infection in his Salivary Gland that had gotten really bad. Thanks to all who sent up a little pray on his behalf.