|In her dreams, she's a bunny|
In just 18 months, that little bunny turned into a little person with opinions and moods:
|Fetch me my snack wench|
Don't worry, I'm not going to subject you to one of those lengthy Dear Baby letters, I just wanted to point out that kids sure change a lot in 18 months. Also, this marks the end of me telling people how old she is in months. From now on, she's one and a half and I refuse to be one of those people who are like "Oh, she's 32 months old" to people who really weren't asking for a math word problem.
I didn't have the best day yesterday because I learned a hard lesson: running in the cold can be really painful. I normally like cold runs, except for the hassle of layering up the kid, but yesterday was an exception. I've been running this week (even though I should be resting) and it's been ok chest pain-wise, until I tried to run in the cold. Monday and Tuesday were warm days (65-70 degrees) and yesterday was 38 degrees when I tried to run. Just stepping outside and taking a breath make my chest tighten up and the pain increased greatly. I pretty much knew a run would be a bad call and a short jog confirmed it. Instead, I did a 2 mile walk (otherwise the dog would be nuts) and even just walking made my lungs ache in that cold air.
Even when I came inside, the increased chest pain stayed with me. I did run 4 slow miles on my treadmill in my warm basement, but I felt sluggish and fatigued. The feeling stayed with me the rest of the day, but hopefully today is a new day and I'll start feeling better again. I plan to try wearing a scarf over my face when I run to see if warming up the air I breathe in will help. Online sources have led me to believe a scarf or balaclava will solve all of my problems and made even be the key to lasting Mideast peace. I'm going to look like a running ninja!
|Except I'll wear clothes. No clue why this chick is naked.|
I just really want to feel like myself again, but I'm trying to be patient. Hopefully it won't be too hard to not "race" at the Hot Chocolate 15K on Saturday because I'll be running with friends and usually chatting can take me out of my "I'm RACING! I must BEAT THAT CHICK!" mindset I tend to get at races. Historically, I've never raced for fun, so we'll see how this works out. If I have pain, that might actually help remind me to slow down. The doctor only gave me the permission to run the race on the premise that I will take it easy, so I will do my absolute best. I'll try to not let the thought that all the faster chicks are eating my chocolate bother me. I'm sure there will be plenty of chocolate for everyone. :)
Are you ever annoyed when someone tells you their kid is 28 months old? Or is that just me?
Does anyone have any experience with balaclavas or neck gaiters? Will this really help?