Motivation is slipping lately for many reasons, hopefully it's a phase. RSV has gone wild at my home and while I have not been infected, the sleepless nights with the kids are wearing me thin. Looking around my house looks like something out of a horror film. The shades are closed and bodies are laying all over the house looking lifeless with bouts of coughing fits. At any point you'll hear weak voices calling, "mmmmmmooooooooooommmmmm" and then nothing. It's driving me crazy. It's all I can do to not scavenge through our emergency supplies, grab a mask and incubate myself in a room with towels stuffed under the door threshold. Maybe a break after the series for a while from racing would be good. I'll likely get out of the rut in a week or so. 5 miles @ 7:30 This post would make another good poem... My motiviation is slipping, my weekly mileage is dipping. Sleepless nights have got me bad, with little zombies not calling for dad. Thy're here and there, their everywhere! From the couch to the floor, I'd like to push them out the door. In my sleep I dream of running, but suddenly awake to see them coming! "I'm sick!" one said, and then they hog the bed! There's feet in my face, punches to the gut. Can you see why I'm in a rut? I'm turning into a nut! Mmmmmmmoooooooommmmmm...I hear them cry. I think I might die! I run to my room to take a break, but I hear them coming, it's more than I can take! My door opens with phlegm to the face! "Can't they cover their mouths!?" I rather be hit with mace. So I go for a run, just 5 miles - I feel like a bum. But it's all I can take to get a little break! In the short time it's taken to write this post, I can't count out who's thrown up the most! Into the bath while I do a little math. They're ALL spilling their guts as they sit on their butts:) It's going to be fine, I'll clean them up because they're mine. For tomorrow will be okay- it's the start of a brand new day. Be glad you're not me today. Happy running. I love my poems.
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