a season to run
Sheesh, what a busy few weeks we’ve had. Do I smell a list?
- enjoyed 2 weeks in Sylvan Lake and Gull Lake, camping with friends ( I LOVE waterslides, and screamed so hard this year that I lost my voice for a day. Oh, yeah. The kids loved it too! And can I just say, that I make the most amazing S’mores?? They’re a delicacy in our campsite, I tell ya. My girlfriend and I even figured out a way to incorporate Bailey’s into the adult S’more … mmmmm….)
- Upon returning, I did return to the sugar detox program and continue having lovely baked-potato-inspired dreams. Try it, I tell ya.
- endured four seperate shoe-shopping trips to outfit two boys for school, plus one wanna-be-going-to-Grade-Two-but-I’m-just-starting-playschool sister, who ended up with three pairs (yikes?!)
- packed up the kids for Kevin to take them to the in-laws farm for two nights so that I can do a massive de-clutter of the house, and get ready for school
- hosted a four-boy sleepover that had lots of belly laughs, ketchup-flavoured chips, and way too many jokes with “underwear” in the punchline
- lived through the writing, re-writing, and re-writing again of a sitcom episode that is so tight, so character-driven, so quick, that I don’t think we could ever write anything better. Let’s hope some decision-making types feel the same.
- organized and orchestrated a weekly play program for three and four year olds, that I’ll be leading on Wednesday mornings at our church
- teared up while kissing two very grown-up boys, in Grade Two and Four this year, and of course, not within sight of their friends or any potential friends
- scheduled a parent-teacher meeting with a most wonderful teacher,(who was Troy’s last year) who seems to really understand Derek, and wants to make a plan
- teared up even more while kissing the sweetest little three-year-old girl about fourty-six times, at her insistence actually, in plain sight of all of her friends and potential friends, as I dropped her off at “token” (one morning per week!) playschool this morning
Life is busy. That’s a constant here. Now that Camryn is in playschool, I have carved out a nice morning to run. Ran home from playschool (3.4 km) and it was fantastic. Easy fantastic, actually. All my icky feelings about my baby growing up make sense with the wind in my face and my feet finding a good pace. Does that happen to you when you feel a pit in your stomach about something? I’m way too sappy about this stuff. I’ll walk back to pick up the car when I pick the little munchkin up.
Oh, and just so that you know: this is what a 3rd-born child does to prepare the night before playschool:
- sets out her own clothes,
- tries them on twice,
- packs her own snack even though they have a group snack brought by the helper parent,
- and takes two pencils and her “homework” (ie. her Dora sticker book) in her backpack.
Just too cute, really.
As the kids get older, my “season” to run seems more do-able. I’m not getting up through the night at all, so morning runs are enjoyable. Camryn is at playschool Mondays, and at my mom’s on Tuesdays, so those are two good days to run. Kevin is home on the weekends, so there is two more. Things are working out.
And I made a sleepy comment in bed last night, that I expected to be answered with “uh huh” right before “zzzzzzz….” I said, “I wish you could leave for work at 7 instead of 6″. My husband works 10-11 hour days, because his department is always so far behind. It’s not like the time isn’t made up. He’d be able to sleep in, and my run would be a lot more enjoyable at 6 a.m, instead of (yikes) 5 a.m.. He actually said, “I’m going to look into that, I should be able to do that.” Yay!
My longest run to date is 9.3 km. When I read back to where I started (1 min run, 2 min walk times 10), I’m amazed. Consistency is something I have to struggle with, but I’m getting it with running. I’m here.
I’m re-doing the 5 k that I did last year, right here in our town, next week. I’d like to find a 10 k in October, and then maybe something longer (shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) in the spring. You shush! I did not say the m word, just something longer.
Life is good. I love this season. How’re you? (And creepy dad this morning at the drop-off? I’m not asking you. And no, you don’t actually need to bring your running shoes next time?!?! Ick, ick, ick.)
