Saturday is usually the long runs for us. Danny has been running with a group of men with the kid. This is my day to sleep in an extra hour before heading out for my long run. This week Danny had to work so if I was going to get in my 7 miles I would have to take the kid. I am slow and steady so adding a kid/stroller combination scares the crap out of me. I could throw up my hands and say "I've got the kid, 7 miles is to long and I'm not going". In the beginning I would have said that but now it's different. Goals have been set and money has been paid for races. I don't want to let my husband, family, friends down or MYSELF. To say anything with the kid is an adventure is lightly putting it. Today, I'm going to do it. 7 miles! Boy adventure for sure. Going good mile 2.5 we are going under a bridge along the running path the kid likes to yell at himself to hear his echo. I'm enjoying the view and run when another runner comes up behind me and yells next to me. He thought that was so funny to play in our echo game. It was NOT funny to me. I almost wet my pants. I jumped so high and screamed. I yelled back at the running I almost maced him. I'm clearly shook up and have just started this stupid run. Why did I think I could do this? The kid-no clue what had just happened. I pull myself together and with determination was going to finish the run. Mile 3.5 the stroller isn't wanting to go, ugh. I realize the bag in the undercarriage has wrapped its string around the tire. The kid- having already having a melt down because I wouldn't let him jump out at a passing park was all the willing to get out to help fix the tire. I get the bag untied and more determined to finish this run. Damn it. I turn around to put the kid back in the stroller only to find him stripping down in his birthday suit because he had spilled water on his shorts. Ugh! Thank goodness no bikers, runners or dog walkers. New clothes on -can we please finish this run? Only 3.5 miles to go. Back on the road-finally. Along our run I have snacks to keep the kid with some entrainment. This morning I was trying applesauce in the squeeze bottles. Great, worked well. I knew I was slowing down on my pace for several reasons.
1. Heat
2. Weight I'm not used to pushing kid/stroller
3. Stopping & going
4. Got lost and did hill training
But I was still moving along. On mile 5 I notice the kid wasn't talking much anymore.
I had a quick panic thought he had an allergic reaction to the applesauce. I put my hand on his chest, my head in the stroller to find he has had such a hard morning just sitting there while I sweat my butt off he has gone to sleep. Great, 2 miles to go. There went nap time for the day, ugh. I can do this, I can do this. I feel like the little train. ....I think I can, I think I can.
Well I did. I ran in places I never have before and even with the stops & starts I got the miles in. I have a goal.
Pamela ♡
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