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Thursday, my baby Kain turned one. Except I’m in complete denial about it, so I’m sparing you the long sappy picture post. Because I don’t want him to be one. How did that happen so fast?
(please note Rowen’s arms waving in the air in pre-temper tantrum meltdown)
Anyway. I had been going back and forth, back and forth, on how to plan my long runs for the next three weeks until Beach 2 Battleship. Do I take this weekend to recover (even though my legs feel great)? Do I hop right back on the train? (running, not Thomas). Everyone i asked seemed to have a different idea. But my body, and this wonderful virus, had the final decision.
Sitting on the couch and regulating the chaos on the Island of Sodor it is 🙂