Couldn't run to save myself

I haven't been blogging for a couple of days now, fact is, I'm beat out. I started the jackhammering of my basement floor on Monday to make room for the new plumbing lines that have to be installed. To say that it was a tiring job would not really describe what it did to me physically. Yesterday, I felt like I had gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson while having my hands tied behind my back. Running hasn't even been considered - I couldn't run to save myself.

I didn't jump on the scale Monday either, simply because I forgot. I was in such a rush to get to the rental store to pickup the jackhammer and get started that it completely slipped my mind; that's o.k. though, I like weighing in on Friday mornings so I'll just switch it until then.

I'm hoping to go for a little run on Friday morning, and then a longer one on Sunday. Next Tuesday is the first official day of the six-week half marathon training. Once I get the plumping in the floors and the trenches filled in again, I'll be able to concentrate a little more on the October event.

Until then, the basement is in ruins, although I'm thrilled to be finished with the jackhammer, that's for sure.