One of "those" days

Ever have one of those days where you just can't pull yourself out of the funk hole? Friday started out fairly good, I was able to run 4 miles at a decent pace, which made me feel better about the half marathon this week. I wasn't very productive the rest of the day, but still felt like I accomplished something. 

my sweat marks looks like one of those ink blot test

Then Saturday came, and as always, I take rest days way to literal and managed to stay in bed all day. It was a tough day for me, no particular reason except no endorphins to help make me happy and the fact that I haven't seen my husband in what feels like forever. I was feeling kind of down all day and then during one of the many conversations with Chris it hit me how much I miss him. It was something stupid, he was at the grocery store talking about buying candy, I said I wanted some and then BAM! I realized how much I miss him being around, going to the store together, and having someone to do things with. I know I don't have it as bad as some people, I still get to see him about once a month, but it is those little everyday things I miss the most. 
-being able to wake up and see his sweet sleepy face
-watching our favorite shows together
-being able to kiss goodnight
-going to the store to look around because there is nothing better to do

Fun memories from Downtown Disney.

So I spent the rest of the day wallowing in my sorrow, and luckily enough it was a carb loading day for a Sunday run, so I was able to eat my feelings. I made a sad face with my yummy spinach and cheese omelet, toast, and grits.

I got up Sunday morning and prepared for my 10 miler. It definitely helped to improve my mood, but not my confidence for a PR in the half. It was a long, slow 10 miles and it felt really hard, not to mention my foot is really sore now. I'm just hoping this bad run means I will have an awesome run come next Sunday. I decided to run a road that I had a bad experience on last year and have avoided ever since. Running the entire road would be about 10 miles but if anything happened I would be out in the middle of nowhere on my own. Thankfully, I made it without too many problems and the lovely people from the fitness center had ice cold water in the coolers along the way. 

Today has been spent cleaning the house. Now I have some packing to do so I can head back to my parent's house tomorrow. Then it's time to prepare for the AthHalf on Sunday! Daisy will be so happy to go back to this:

He just wants to play, she just wants to be left alone.

Do you have to spend long periods of time away from your significant other?

If so, what are some ways that you deal with the time apart?

Anyone else have a so-so run this weekend?