Anyway, my plan was to run 5 miles at a faster than usual pace on the treadmill and then immediately take the kids outside for 5 more miles (the baby was napping during the treadmill section). The first 5 miles felt great, no problems beyond the motivation hindrance of running while Elmo sings about imagination. Right on schedule the baby woke up and I got them both in the stroller and stocked with snacks. As I started to run, I had to stop and check to see if the brake was partially on because there was no way it should be so hard to push...but nope. After we crested the first tiny hill, Faith twisted around in her seat, smiled at me and said "We're going sloooooow!"
I'm both proud of her heckling and disappointed in her failure to use adverbs correctly.
We finished up the 5 (slow) miles with the stroller and when we got home, I wanted to sit down and stretch out. The baby scurried over because sitting on the floor in my house is like swimming with underfed sharks: it's not a smart idea and there will probably be biting and pain. I stretched one leg before I got punched in the face by an smiling baby. It's almost disturbing how much she enjoys trying to remove the skin from my face.
My "let's tire my legs out!" plan worked really well because my 18 mile run the next day was more painful than usual. Funny story: the mouthpiece for my hydration vest got mildew-y and I couldn't get it clean. I emailed the company and they nicely shipped me a new one. I had left it in the packaging so I could easily find it, but then at 5:15am on Saturday I couldn't find it anywhere. I had to take just a handheld water and forgot to bring salt (my vest has a special salt pill pouch so I'm spoiled). I had painful leg cramping at mile 16 and when I got home I told my husband that I had to find that mouthpiece. He got a "Oh shit" facial expression and said that he thought he had thrown away that package a few days ago because he thought it was empty.
I didn't have time to figure out a solution because I had to take Faith to her swim lesson and then I took both kids to a lunchtime birthday party. I decided to just order a whole new bladder for my vest because I was not going to go throw the trash to find that mouthpiece. Well, it turns out I have higher standards for myself because my husband did exactly that while I was gone and he found it!
It was even safely nestled in the packaging and wasn't too gross. Plus, I still have some of those microwave sterilization bags so now it's super clean. Before you get all jealous about my perfect husband, I should add that just today he said "Buffy isn't a real superhero" so he's obviously a work in progress.
|I don't think these guys are real superheroes either|
That random photo was brought to you by our morning trip to the pumpkin patch. I guess today was "Superhero Sunday" at the farm, but Faith was unimpressed.
|OMG Mommy, the Dark Avenger is TOUCHING ME. GET IT OFF|
I think part of her toddler brain exploded when she saw Elmo there. She couldn't even talk or go hug him. She just stood and stared in shocked awe.
|Is this a dream?|
After the pumpkin patch excitement, both kids took a nap and I ran 5 easy paced miles to round my week. My weekly mileage was 63 miles this week and I'm heading into peak week and I'm hoping the kids are on board with my "get as many miles as possible" plan for the coming week. Oh, and just because this post is missing a baby picture, here is Cordelia in her cowgirl shirt:
|Sit down next to me so I can bite you with my new teeth!|
Do you like a little heckling when you run or workout? Honestly, I'd rather have someone mock me than be all "Looking good!" because that is a bald faced lie.
Have you ever accidentally thrown away something? I've thrown away at least 2 thumb drives unintentionally. I can't be trusted with nice things.