Running Commentary

Summer Holidays June 29 2007

Have officially begun.

Brendan had his last day of school yesterday and Noah had his the day before.

Both boys passed with flying colours. Noah’s teacher added the comment “There should be more Noahs in the world”.

And Brendan got a A+ in science as usual, which makes me very proud.

So it begins. Me at home with the boys for the summer, and if I can get them to stop fighting we might actually have a good time.

God help us.

They are at this stage where their age difference is too big to make them friends and they are constantly at each other’s throats. Brendan teases Noah enough that Noah will lunge at him and try to kill him.

It’s very tiring.

I have threatened them with daycare twice already today!

I’m sure we’ll find our groove eventually.

I think it’s time for a walk!

Walking…it’s not just for old people anymore June 27 2007

A comment:

wordgirl | wordgirl5.typepad.com/half_of_the_sky |

Start walking. Don’t run…just walk. Do that for two weeks. Every day or every other day. Then allow yourself to run very slowly. Maybe just down the length of one street…then walk the rest of the way. The pounds will melt away, your legs will get stronger and you’ll rediscover the ability to run.

And suddenly it’s ok to walk.

Seriously, I have always felt like walking was almost failure. I walk for a couple of days and then I run 5km and almost die. I am so discouraged that I don’t even walk the next day.

Kinda stupid, and I didn’t even realize it until I read this comment.

Sometimes I’m dumb.

And Hula left this comment:

Hula Doula | huladoula.com | IP: 76.25.143.231

Remember how you started? Start again. I’m doing the same for myself. You can do it. Hey…sign up for a marathon. That will motivate you may be.

This makes perfect sense…well…except for the marathon part….while this seems to work for some new runners it would not work for me and I would most certainly end in injury. My shins hate me at the best of times, imagine them being over trained.

Today is Noah’s last day of school and so i will no longer have a lovely block of time in the afternoon to lay on the couch with my laptop dreaming up reasons NOT to run   to myself. So it will have to wait until Chris is home for the day. But I also think I can incorporate them into the walking. Throw them into the wagon and walk 4 or 5km to the beach, fabulous!

Anyway thanks for pointing out the obvious. Clearly I needed it.

Rutting June 19 2007

I am in a rut. And I didn’t even know it.

And I think…a bad one.

I’ve pretty much completely lost any fitness level I may have had.

And also? Now I’m fat.

Seriously.

Fat.

i don’t like it. I’m not meant to be fat. Some people look AWESOME chubby. I am not one of them.

I hate running right now because i feel like I’m too fat to run. I’m all blobby and gargantuan and blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Yeah yeah, I know this post is right on the heels of my PMS post. But that doesn’t make it invalid.

Psssh tell that to anyone with testicles.

ANYTHING you say under the influence of pms is completely invalid dontcha know. You’re just talking out of your uterus, don’t worry I’ll forgive you in the morning for hurling that cantalope at my head. Cause I know it’s just the hormones talking, because GOD KNOWS I NEVER DO ANYTHING WRONG!

Whoa…sorry for the little tangent…clearly not done with the rage thing just yet.

Anyway back to my fatness.

I hate it.

the end.

It’s Fathers Day and I’m Gonna Talk About My Period. June 18 2007

Ok…so yesterday was father’s day, but I’m still gonna talk about my period.

So there.

So my period started this weekend…all sneaky like.

It totally just showed up out of the blue.

There was no rage, no binge eating, not even sore boobies.

Infact we were on a boat and we had come ashore to seek shelter from the thunderstorm and I used the washroom (ick) and was all “hello there, my purse is at home. oh my.”

And the day after came and with it came FULL ON PMS…on this is probably more accurately MS since it post pre.

Not so much with the binge eating, but seriously? I fucking hated everyone.

Today I am only mildly angry in general, but the cocoa I am snorting seems to be helping.

Sunday was father’s day.

And this year Chris got a baseball bat that he picked out and paid for and also he got the pleasure of playing in 6 baseball games this weekend without me bitching at him (too much).

6.

Six

Baseball games.

Guess what happens when a 41 yr old plays baseball for 3 days straight?

They become utterly useless.

Zombie like even, given the fact they are SO hungry and mal nourished (cause GOD FORBID YOU PACK SOMETHING!) they will in fact happily eat your brain.

It was a busy weekend, but we did manage to spend some family time together which is nothing short of a miracle.

We have Shadow, she peed on my carpet this morning.

I might stir fry her for dinner.

Officially The Worst Mother of The Year. June 12 2007

Guess why Noah is not in school today.

G’head guess!

Sore throat?

meeeeh (wrong answer buzzer)

Fever?

meeeeeeeh

Stomach bug?

meeeeeh (although I am sure there is one in our near future, it has been awhile for us)

No…the reason he is not in school today is because.

I HIS MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO BIRTHED HIM AND NURSED LONGER THAN SOCIETY HAS DEEM APPROPRIATE SQUISHED HIS FINGER IN THE DOOR JAM OF THE WASHROOM DOOR!

Yeah and he has the black finger nail and swollen digit to prove it.

It happened about 10 minutes before we usually leave for school, so about 20 minute before school starts. It hurt so badly that I knew school as out of the question.

Immediately afterward he cried puddles of tears, sobbing for his FATHER.

“I want DADDY! Daddy will make it better. I NEED Daddy. Can you call him at work?”

And then some guy pulled up in an explorer and tried to make off with 4 6×6x8 posts we have laying at the bottom of the drive way.

This day is shaping up to be the awesomest ever.