Thursday, October 6, 2016

Run in the Rain and a Blogging Fail

First of all, I have to give a shout out to the best husband ever! I mentioned that I really wanted to try and get a run in after work and he got the pooch and the little man all packed up so that we could go to the park when I got home. He even made us tuna sandwiches so we I wouldn't get hungry and change our my mind (he knows me so well).

Old shoe photo, just for good measure.
So, I had a glorious two mile walk/jog in the rain. It was beautiful. The 1.5 mile track winds in and out of trees and has some gentle hills. It is awesome. I think the last time I ran here was during marathon training. Of course, any self-respecting blogger would take a few pictures along the way, right? Some shots of the path...Me-looking all wet, but happy... The obligatory shoe picture so you can see how awesome my neon green shoes are... How about a shot of my Garmin when I as done? ...Nope. I remember thinking at several points along the way that these would be great photo ops...but did I have a phone or camera? No. I did not. ...Blogging Fail...

The run itself had glimpses of awesomeness interspersed with a knee that was hurting and a body that felt - well, like it weighed 300 pounds. I tried not to get frustrated that I used to be able to walk as fast as I was jogging. I may have to leave the Garmin behind next time and not pay attention to how fast I'm going. Progress will happen, I just have to keep plugging away at it, right? I know the more I run, the fitter (is that a word?) and lighter I will get. The lighter I get, the easier running will be. The bright side? My Garmin says I burned over 600 calories going just two miles. That may be a bit over-zealous, but I'll take it. The celebration that followed involved warm pajamas, a snuggly baby, and a couch. Endorphin-laced laziness is the very best.

In other news, do you know what happens when you tell everyone how well your baby is sleeping? He wakes you up. At two am. And won't go back to sleep. I want to be mad at the little stinker, but then he looks up and gives me a huge gummy grin and my insides go all squishy. Cuteness is the ultimate self-defense mechanism. That and that snuggly baby smell. I don't think most babies would make it to adulthood if it weren't for these things.

I'm looking forward to a four day weekend (thank you Columbus day) with lots of naps, couch snuggling, running, and picture taking -I promise.

Happy Thursday, Friends!

1 comment:

  1. Cutest child ever. I'll leave it to you to decide which one I mean.