Clients and running and sports bras, oh CRAP!

Just like children and husbands, clients seem to have the uncanny ability to have a CRISIS that needs my attention RIGHT NOW every time I am getting ready to run. And that is a neat trick since all of my clients are on the other side of the COUNTRY. How do they know? Is there an online service that sends out an urgent text? "She's already got her shoes on, someone stop her!!"

Today's schedule was a delicate, perfect balance of mom stuff, work stuff and running stuff. Kids to school, work, pick up new running shoes (so my toenails will stop FALLING. RIGHT. OFF.), work some more, run, pick up kids, more work, panic over what's for dinner... And so on.

I made it all the way to Time to Run. Today was slated for 10 miles, so it's not like I can just slap this onto my day after the kids are in bed, it takes me too long to run any significant distance because of, well... Donuts. And cake. And... But I digress.

I had already loaded the water belt and changed into running gear, which every woman knows involves the fun Smash-The-Bewbs sports bra routine. It's just like How to put on a sports bra by Anna Lefler - she knows the drill. I was strapping on my sports watch when The Panicked Client call came.

Being the good little gal that I am, I trotted back upstairs to help out. At which point "a quick email" became an hour and a half of handholding, and here I sit. Didn't even get to try a new GU flavor.

Runless.

Again.