I just need a break! Summer is in full swing and my Foundation is feeding 153 meals everyday. I have re worked the entire menu and am solely responsible for ensuring that all of the food goes out to the two different locations and that our 3 interns along with our countless volunteers are where they need to be when they need to be there. I also plan 2 different hands on demos with groups each week and I am planning 3 huge field trips for our groups to come to one of our restaurants and visit our farm. On top of that I work in one of the cafes 3 days a week and try my best to make sure Laura has hot food and a shower on occasion. I have been working 7 days a week since I went back to work and I am so thoroughly spent.
My runs have been lackluster, but I am there doing it. I try to get to the gym for work outs, but Jett is very wakeful starting at about 4 am until he ultimately wakes up for the day at about 630. I don't min the early riser status, but, he doesn't tend to sleep much at all, so it makes it seem even earlier. When I do get to the gym, I try to make it as productive as I possibly can in the time allowed to me. I hit the stair machine and climb until my legs cramp up. I do supersets on my weights to try to pack in as much as I possibly can. Sometimes I feel like I am just moving backwards. I am tired all of the time and I so often have no motivation whatsoever.
That being said, I am running my half marathon for the month tomorrow. I am nervous like it is a race. It isn't. It will just be me, in the dark of the morning, getting much needed miles in. I'm not sure how it will go, fast or slow, but I will be there running my own half marathon before anyone that I work with gets up for the day. Then, I will hopefully get a decent shower before I have to get to work. This isn't a super uplifting post, I know. It's just been really tough lately to find the balance that I need in my life. The summer with the kids is like a mad dash everyday. There is no rhyme or reason to the day sometimes and it feels like I am just treading water. My runs usually balance me out, but with everything else, running almost feels selfish. I guess this is motherdom. Until the next run...Peace.
