The best worst run EVER!

Well there’s never a dull moment around here, is there? I posted on Facebook today and said that I was going to run while the big kids napped (I would take Maisy in the jogger). 2:00 rolled around, and I tucked Emma and Micah into bed. I specifically told Micah that I would be going out for a run, and that Daddy is working in my room, so he needed to nap and stay in bed. I changed into my warm weather running clothes, and made sure they were asleep. Check, and double check! Both passed out cold. Sweet.

Oh! I forgot to tell you guys what I bought! Andrew and I were at World Market the other day and I saw these ear buds that are omg cute. There were so many different kinds, too. Ducks, alligators, donuts, toadstools, etc. But look at what I got!

Octopus Earbuds So now when I run, I have little Octopi hanging out of my ears! The sound quality is kind of crappy, but it’ll do for runs. I’ll still use my better headphones (that I kind of stole from Andrew, oops) for long runs.

Anyway! So I headed out with Maisy, big kids sleeping in their beds, Andrew upstairs with them working at his computer. My run was going well, and I really wanted to whip out a good run. I knew that I wanted to be quick, because I kept thinking in the back of my head, “Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up.”

I warmed up for maybe .10 of a mile, then I started to run. I’m at the point where my endurance “issues” are mental. A good friend of mine who has done half marathons told me that running is pretty much mind over matter. I decided I was going to run the whole thing. I knew that I could, and I wanted to just do it.

So I’m plugging along, rocking out to some Cher Lloyd (this is mah oath to yaaa-ou!), and I notice a guy riding a bike up ahead. He pulled into a parking lot on the corner of where I run. I kept going, and noticed that he was just riding through the parking lot, circling dumpsters, and then I passed him. He pulled up behind me while I ran. I’m a naturally paranoid person, and I have ridic anxiety, so I wasn’t sure if I was being silly or if I should trust my gut. I was on a busy street, but I was about to turn into a subdivision. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, put my hands on my hips, and stood there and motioned for him to pass me. He kept looking back at me and was going so slow! I waited until he was a decent bit away, and then I turned around and booked it in the direction I had come from. Paranoid, maybe. But I’m not taking my chances when I’m out with my baby.

I booked it!

So I run home, making sure to be aware of my surroundings, and I was running at a comfortable pace. My MapMyRun app dinged and told me that I was running at a 12:34 pace!!!! OMG! I’ve never run that fast before! And it totally wasn’t only because I was scared of the creeper — I knew I could do it, I was just being a pansy about it. So I did it! Here’s my splits:

15Jan13 Why yes indeed those are all under 13:00! BOOYAH! So now, there’s no excuses — I know I can run a pretty much solid 30 minute course.

Then I came home.

So I rounded the corner of our street, and I see Andrew in the driveway rolling the trash bins up to the house. He goes, “Where’s Micah?”
“…in his bed…”
“No he’s not.”

Well, that my friends is when I panicked. Remember how I left him, sleeping in his bed? We tore through the house, and Andrew went to check the back yard. I found him in the down stairs powder room, pooping. Lawd Jesus give me strength. He woke up, needed to poop, and went down stairs (?!) to go to the bathroom. Lesson learned. I guess Andrew had figured I took Micah with me with him on his bike or something. So! Better communication from here on out or I just don’t run unless my kids are in straight jackets with bells on them ;).

So it was the best run ever, because I kicked some major ass in terms of speed and endurance, and the worst because I was an anxious goober who may or may not have almost accidentally lost her kid, but he was pooping. C’est la vie.

Leg presses, Mom style.

A few more quickie pictures for you guys. This morning, Maisy and I were rolling around on the floor playing, and I did that move where you pick them up, your feet to their chest, and they “fly”. She grabbed on and hooked her legs, and she was having a ball! So I took advantage of her 25 pound belly and did some leg presses ;).

Maisy Lifts (Please ignore my feet — I need a pedicure somethin’ fierce!)

Tomorrow is weigh in day!! Get excited!! I’m hoping for a big loss this week. We’ll see!

Comments

  1. I am so glad I read this post today. I am a beginner to running and I get discouraged so easily. I don’t even want to time myself when I work up to a mile. I had never thought about it being more mental, but I will change my attitude and see what I can do. It’s best to trust your gut! So many people have said, “If only I had listened to that voice in my head!” I needed motivation for my next run and I this post is what I needed!

    • So glad you stopped by, then! Running definitely is a physical challenge, there’s no doubt about it, but if you just trick your mind into it being a game or something, it is a lot easier! Like, I’ll say, “Ok. Run hard until that light post.” and then when I hit the light post, “Ok, run hard until this song ends.” and before I know it, I’m done!

      I’m glad I trusted my gut, too. I don’t want to feel like I’m judging people, but I also don’t want my kindness to be my downfall :-/.