I'm going to be completely honest - I'm struggling.
I knew it was going to be tough to start running again. The original plan was to take a week off to rest and ice my ankle. Then I ended up with kidney stones and a kidney infection, so there went another 5 days. Then I started Cipro, which is a nasty, albeit effective, antibiotic which has left me with nausea that rivals the early days of my twin pregnancy.
I got on the treadmill last night despite my nausea to just get in a nice fast-paced walk. I took my last pill this morning, so I'm planning to run tonight, but I wanted to get on the treadmill to see how my ankle was feeling before I actually tried to do a run.
Good news - the ankle felt great. Bad news - Brennan got out of bed LITERALLY 23 times last night. TWENTY THREE.
I'm honestly not exaggerating. So after the fifth time getting off the treadmill to take him back to bed, I just called it quits because it was quite clear that I was going to have to get all Super-Nanny on his behind.
Luckily, Brian doesn't plan to work late tonight so he will be able to handle bedtime duties while I get on the treadmill. Not to mention when I inevitably decide that I'm too tired to do it, he'll provide me with some words of encouragement (read: say things that are a bit harsh but that I've asked him to say to motivate me and that I'm not allowed to get mad at him for).
Wish me luck kids.