Eh. So August.
That was a tough month. School was back in full force for both Ellie and me, Chris started working three days a week, and Harper went back to preschool. So it was really hard to get to the gym. I’d talk myself out of the gym after school and convince myself I’d run or go for a bike ride after the girls were in bed. But then 8:00 would roll around and it would be too hot or I’d be too tired or I’d have something I *had* to do.
So there were not a lot of miles in August.
But I’m giving myself grace and another clean slate, this new hobby isn’t dependent on a good month or a bad month, but that I just keep going. So I got up two mornings on our three-day weekend and pounded the pavement. Saturday morning I even ran in the rain. This weekend’s miles weren’t as fast as I would have liked and some of them were hard, but I’m running and I’m not stopping. That’s the biggest lesson I’ve learned through this year as I focus on running: that I’m no less of a runner because I have a bad week, a bad mile, or a bad month.