This would be your standard pump thingy of creamer that you generally find in and around your office...maybe your doctor's office...teacher's lounge, etc. And 80 k-cups for my Keurig. A little insane. Even moreso that you don't have to refridgerate the creamer, which to be honest, wigs me out.
I skipped a run with my running club this week because of other obligations, and to be honest, I needed a day off of anything physical activity related. I tend to over-do it generally anyway, so this was good. But, luckily, they were running around my neighborhood, so I snapped these intimidating pics:
I was so proud to see them. All of them. It was intimidating to watch them all blaze past me. I remember why I never joined. But when they all smiled and waved as they ran by, I was thankful that I did join. Stalker Warriors 2.0 - comin' at ya!
So this weekend, I did 16 miles....beginning my taper heading into the last two weeks before the marathon. I never sleep right when I know I have a long run to do - and I've only done two prior to this....a sorry 17 mile run and then my last 20 mile run last weekend. It's the whole wrapping your head around really running that far - like, for instance, it takes me like 30 minutes to get to Leo's preschool, and it's like 10 miles away. I feel like it is FOREVER away. Why would I run there? That's my rationale, or unrationale.....
I ended up ignoring my splits and just running, listening for when each mile clicked over - and found I was pretty stable between an 8:05 and 8:15, but I was pushing myself. A recent blog I read that was posted in Runner's World noted that she had done the same thing so I gave it a whirl. My legs, however, were sore and felt heavy from the start. I didn't want to wake up early and run and I think my body could tell. Heavy legs and I was tired. And running with my phone in hand just in case the baby sitter needed something. Had I not been running with a friend, I would have been much slower I think. Anyways, I did it, the miles are on my legs, moving on.
This is Leo giving me the finger. Not the actual middle finger, but his pointer finger, saying something attitudey. We were at odds the other day. I think that sometimes, your kids just get sick of you, especially when it's just you. So, this day, I think he was just annoyed with me and wanted to be contrary which was fine, as long as he did it in his room - that's the rule: if you're going to be a meanie, you can go to your room til you're ready to be nice. This saves me from being "Monster Mommy". He was overly tired from not sleeping well...and truth be told, he hasn't slept well since Dave left. I catch him multiple times, though, up before I am, in the kitchen eating cheese and trying to make himself chocolate milk - surprisingly though, he rarely ever spills a drop, of either milk or chocolate sauce. I always wonder why he wants cheese first thing in the morning though....if I were him, I'd go for the chips or something.I realized this weekend, how much I hate going out with both kids, when there are a) lots of people, b) lots of areas for them NOT to go in, and c) people that are there that don't watch their kids. Ok, I don't hate it, but it's a debacle and is always SO hard....one kid is usually content and the other is miserable. Two parents would be SUPER handy for these outings. This fall festival at Leo's pre-school was crawling with all of the above. Don't get me wrong, it was a great trip for Leo...but Laney, not so much. All she wanted to do was get in the jumpies, overrun by kids far too wild and big for her.....and then she just wanted to walk, EVERYWHERE....and Leo kept going in and out of jumpies, I could barely keep my eye on him. Finally, we waited...and waited...and waited for 45 minutes so he could ride the horse....45 minutes of some little girls feeding Laney popcorn (to which I put an immediate stop too, they were feeding her like a bird) and pushing Leo and standing right up against him, whining, pushing each other....I had to keep telling them "okayyyy, let's keep our hands to ourselves" and moving Leo away from them....And I'm thinking, okay lady, I already have two kids, I don't need your two on top of it....
In the end, he enjoyed the 30 second pony ride so it was all good. And here's Laney, who frequently toddles over to our neighbor's house and just sits on her front porch steps. She meanders down the driveway, I follow her - and this is where she ends up. Just sitting there. Laney is perfectly content exploring and going where she pleases, which probably explains why she hates being contained in areas where there are lots of people and lots of things that aren't friendly for her age. She's so stinkin' cute and happy all the time, I swear Dave and I got so lucky with two perfect kids.
Routine in our house: fireman costume. Used to be only in the afternoon or after lunch - now has evolved into putting it on first thing in the morning. And wearing all day. At this point, I'm going to pick my battles. Fireman suit: okay to wear around the house. And the past day or so, instead of snowpants, he asks "Mom, is the snow coming soon?" - So, he helped me draws the days of the month on separate sheets of paper, until his Daddy is back and he'll x out each day in the morning. Hopefully this can put winter, snow, Dave coming home into some perspective for him. That must suck, knowing when Daddy's coming home, but not knowing, you know? I'm just glad Laney's oblivious and happily babbless Dadadaddadada without a care in the world.
So 6 cups of coffee later and here I am (I swear I can't help it). Blurred vision because I am so freaking tired, but I can't sleep. Insomnia or caffeine or school work - maybe all, but maybe a way to look at it is: the quicker the nights pass, the quicker we're on to the next day. My calves are sore, but I guess that's to be expected after running 16 miles yesterday. Aside from the 16 mile run, I only ran twice last week: 7 miles on Monday and 4ish on Tuesday; Thursday I did an interval run (6 x 800m) on the dreadmill, but I don't really count that as a run, because it didn't feel like a good run. So, maybe I just need to run this week. Maybe only hit the gym to spin or something? I've been lacking moto to just run. Maybe I am just tired. From not sleeping well at night. Who knows, whatever it is, though, I need to get over it. Honestly, I think I just want to get it over with. So, hurry up Oct 30, k thanks! I know this week and the next week, I am really going to have to start building my mental toughness up for this marathon. I know that I can do it, I know I'll finish, but I need to keep reminding myself "one mile at a time" and that I've got the miles on my feet, I'll be fine. One mile at a time.
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