Well, lookee here! I remembered my password to login and write another post. Quite a shock since it’s been so long. Well, that and the fact that all of the darned passwords one has to remember these days makes it easy to forget when I changed it by adding that one “mandatory numeric character” or whatever. So, I was relieved to see that I last blogged in September. Whew! I really thought it was back when the baby arrived. Still, pathetic! Except maybe not…because while most of me itches to record our days, no, take the time to think, reflect, muse around on various happenings in blog form, I’ve also decided to ignore that compulsive part of me (the “must write everything down” part) that would feel panicky when too many life events pass by with nary a blog post. *Now, let me just put aside my daily training journal and my – yes- rest journal.* Ideally, I’d live out each day fully engaged with whatever adventure comes – or doesn’t – and have plenty of time in the evenings to sit back, ponder and tip-tap up a little thoughtful commentary on said such. However, real life says no way right now! So the blog will have to wait. Until a time such as this – when I’ve been blogging in my head for months, and the thoughts must. get. out. Onto paper or screen, no matter. So, bear with me, here is the past six months in review. Pardon if there is overlap, since I DID actually write 2, no 3 (!) times in that period. Without further ado, here it is with
no more than 3 sentences about each topic minimal rambling. Just to take the pressure off of myself. Because it’s 1 am, and my whole house has the flu. Yes, really!
→You’ll never hear this again from me: “Yeah, we just don’t really get sick very often.” I mean, we’re not sick every other week or anything, but now here we are, illnesses staggered by a few days so that by the time we all get it and get over it, it will have lasted a week and a half. I’ve been humbled. This virus laughed at my vitamin protocol.
→The sweetest thing about nursing a baby: those sweet little scritch-scratch fingernails on my neck and arms. Just priceless.
→I am perfectly happy to shop for my own Christmas stocking. When else can I justify pricey bath bombs and the like? Filling the CCP’s stocking, on the other hand, feels less rewarding. This year, there are the obligatory boxer shorts, some small apparatus for cooking while camping out (I think it’s a fork – we’ll let him figure it out), a gift card for more camping supplies, and perhaps some chocolate. There are usually a few lame-o gifts too. In that category this year: chewable “tooth tabs”. I think it’s toothpaste? And, shoot – I think he just read this. He actually likes surprises!
→ I think my 6 year old still truly believes in Santa?! I know multiple kids have told him it’s a farce, but he staunchly refuses to consider their explanations. I’m not sure how I feel about this — I’m glad the 3 year-old’s dreams haven’t been dashed, but I wonder…does the elder REALLY believe, or is he going along for our sake? We go visit the old guy tomorrow. For the 3 year-old, I say.
→I got bitten by a dog while running 2 weeks ago. If you don’t know about all this already, suffice it to say it was practically my second job for a week to discover the identity of the dog and its owner. Luckily, the dog is still alive which means it’s not rabid, and his shots were current. The owner was a bit of a jerk, and I’m not looking forward to seeing them again.
→My oldest turned six a few months ago. I still don’t really feel ok with this. Five was fine: six feels “old.”
→A sick, coughing, whimpering baby makes me feel really helpless.
→I haven’t exercised in 3 days. Seems like common sense when one has a fever and is a coughing mess, but every day has been a battle. I’m trying to be smart here. I’m also going crazy here. Good article by Matt Dixon of Purplepatch Fitness.
→I think I’m enjoying some of my post-partum fitness boost right now. I ran my half-marathon PR in November 1:37:32 and missed my 5K PR by 16 seconds and ran 20:46 a few weeks ago. Interestingly, in November’s Drumstick Dash, I was tapped as the overall female champion in a time of 14:57. “What’s that?” you say. Yeah, me too. Apparently, my chip malfunctioned (really!?), shaving oh, 4 minutes off of my time. I’m protesting as they’re putting the medal ’round my neck, still shocked and surprised since I thought I was getting my age group award. And, I’m still awaiting word on how to get the medal to the real winner! And the course was crazy short – about 2.87 miles or so. Yes, I kept running to the full 3.1 – I was on pace to PR! I really HATE short courses! **Oops – 11 sentences.
→Three kids means there’s not time for much else. The baby gets a lot of attention, right? Because only I can feed her, and I can’t exactly tell her to go put a puzzle together. Plus, she’s a sweet little snuggle nugget. So, when she is sleeping, I’ve got to take a few minutes for time alone with #2. I can’t help but think of him as the potentially lost middle child. Then when #1 gets home from school, he needs a little bit of time too. Of course, I still make time for workouts (many of them in pre-dawn darkness, hence the dadgum dogbite) because I need to and I want to. Oh, and naps. They make my world go around. If you’re looking for me around 2 or 3 o’clock, just stop right there: I’m out of this world. But aside from these things, my response time is slow or lacking entirely. Doesn’t mean I’m not interested – just that I’m not getting very far down the priority list these days. Phone calls, emails, etc.? I’m just not as snappy as I’d like to be on the return. On the topic of kids, I think its tempting to get all caught up in them and sort of forget about the spouse that created them with me in the first place. This is a mistake! The current culture makes us feel like bad parents if we’re not all wrapped up in our kids 24/7. Pfft. Fight that! What did we call a woman who stayed home with her family in the 50s/60s? Housewife. What do we call her now? Stay at home MOM. See? **WAY more than 3 sentences. My rules. I break them.
→I got to assist with coaching Varsity & Junior Varsity Cross Country this past fall. Besides the fact that I altered my own workouts *not one bit* despite participating in theirs, and I was 8 weeks post-partum when our season began (fatigue, anyone?), I loved helping to push the team onward and upward. Our team is large, and with only one coach, running logistics had been difficult. Only on a track could you visualize everyone, and even then, we have to split the group, and timing gets tricky. Enter me, and now we can keep tabs on many more runners during our training runs. I’m not sure they all liked this! Many of the young, excited JV runners enjoyed the challenges we cooked up for them. Some of the Varsity runners really pushed back, and their efforts fell off toward the end of the season. I don’t expect all of them to love the training right now. I “ran” cross country in high school, too. My group would walk as soon as Coach Fifield’s truck disappeared around the corner… It took me a good five years after high school before I really cared about giving my best. This coaching gig could be a “calling” for me. How else can you explain my willing skip of the sacred nap AND paying a sitter to watch my kids for 2 hours during a practice for which I volunteer?
→Both boys are still swimming, though we’ve only made one “meet” this year. It was the Christmas gift exchange “fun meet”. Here’s a few swim videos:
H (age 3) swims in his first meet. I think most of these kids were ages 4-5?
J (age 6) swims Freestyle. Pardon the grainy video, but enjoy H’s preoccupation with the gift portion of the meet. I think J ties for 2nd in this one:
→And now it’s the next day. Thank God this day is done. Day 6 of the big nasty sickness with CCP at work all. day. long. I’ve about had it. My smarts ran out today as well when I layered up to tackle 10 miles in the blustery, gale-force winds. Another day of do nothing I could not take. I probably should have tried. Of course I felt like crap, Advil and Robitussin notwithstanding. For some reason I decided this would be a partial tempo run. I should be unsurprised that I couldn’t hold pace. No big fret. I’m chalking it up to the crud. Training has been going really well. May it continue if I can just keep myself away from silly shenanigans like this one. Just a trail race for fun on the schedule in early January and maybe a 10-miler in February…
→Sleep tight, little ones! Oh please, dearest Lord!