Running to stand still

Today is a rest day from running according to my training regimen. So I don't have a lot to report in that arena. I am sort of vaguely sore, but I don't know that it has as much to do with the running as it does with the jump squats I did while my monkey child clung to the front of me. Let me tell you, it is FAR harder to get any air on a jump squat with 36 pounds of squiggly, wiggly, giggly girl hanging on for dear life. I think I managed about 8 before packing it in because I was starting to feel it in the back. (When did I get so old that I have to worry about potential back pain?)

Instead of running, I played a few rounds of tag with Agnes and the next door neighbor's son (let's just call him Calvin for now). I had great intentions of taking Calvin and Agnes on a walk, but alas it was swim lesson day for A., off we went to that instead. So clearly day 2 of training was a grand success in that I really didn't do a whole lot and felt lovely at the end.