Yesterday I jogged my way through 3.2 miles without stopping.  It seems funny to say that because to me, 3 miles is such a short distance and I’ve been running since 2011 so I SHOULD be able to run that without stopping.  I haven’t done it in a while.  I went to bed around 2:40 am this morning because I was awake when hubster got home then we watched a movie until 2:40 but then the restless rolling around started. I tossed and turned.  I moved locations then went back to my bed for about an hour of sleep or so.  I don’t stay up late, I don’t usually lose sleep and I haven’t run a straight 3 miles in a long time.  It’s funny how something that was a no brainer not long ago when I was in training can now be something I’m giving myself kudos for.  LOL.  In the last few weeks of struggling to hit 4 days of workouts in a week, 3 miles is a big deal.  I was doing so well going 6 days a week and lately, it’s been one thing after another getting in the way of putting up a six week.  4 is something that many don’t even get so I’m not complaining, just saying that it’s weird being grateful for something I used to take for granted as a given.  The up and down, back and forth between where I was and where I am making progress then a minor regression to get back on track like Groundhog Day. Story of my life and I’m ok with that cycle because it’s not the cycle of a quitter!