Sometime around 5am I wake up.
I feed Corbin and put him back to bed.
I get dressed (sort of)
I eat a bowl of frosted mini-wheats with fresh blueberries in it while my ipod syncs (still not really sure how to work it, but I can get a play list to download on it or whatever, so I'm making progress).
I lace up my shoes.
I kiss the hubby.
I'm out the door.
6am Saturday morning runs.
They are killing me.
Who the heck gets up that early? It is so wrong.
AND it is so dark that I'm too scared to use the bathroom at the start of the trail.
No lights...someone could be hiding in those stalls, waiting to attack me.
I should not have watched that episode of Dateline last night.
I need mace.
or pepper spray.
Is that the same thing as mace?
Where is Kasey, I have too many words.
I see several deer.
A buck jumps out of the trees and scares me so bad that I scream out loud.
Yeah I thought it was an attacker.
Yeah Ok, no more Dateline.
I jump over spiders big enough to eat me. I climb a monstrous hill that would be impossible to push a stroller up.
People are passing me. Why are they passing me?
How far have THEY run this morning? Maybe they just started and that's why they are passing me.
Does it matter that they are passing me?
No. They aren't passing me.
I am on a different course.
I pause my music every so often to carry a brief conversation, enjoy the sound of a rushing creek and waterfall yards away, and listen to my breathing.
Wow is that what I sound like?
I sound like crap. I am tired.
The volume goes up and I catch a second wind.
My arms are flailing on the way back down the big hill.
Why are they flailing?
I guess better to be flailing than jiggling.
Do I look like Phoebe when I run downhill?
My arms feel disconnected from my body...so WHY, then, am I so aware that they are flailing?
They are usually holding something.
A baby, a phone, keys, a bag (or 3), food (mmm), laundry, furniture, tools, SOMEthing.
They are empty.
My arms are free to flail about ridiculously on my Saturday run.
I'm just a Mom on the Run.
2 hours.
10+ miles.
I really don't care that I averaged a 12 minute mile today.
I felt so great when I was done I easily could have run 2 more. 3 more. 5 more?
ok maybe not 5 more.
But instead, I rush home just in time for Aaron to leave for an Elder's Quorum Activity. Then I:
Feed my hungry 4 month old, take a (much needed) shower, go to the bank, run errands with the family for an hour, give Reese a reading lesson, scrub the jell-o stain from Quincy's blankie, pick up some butternut squash at the farmers market, clean poop from the bathtub, spend 20 minutes trying to figure out which child is lying about WHO pooped in the bathtub, switch the laundry (is there no other way?), bathe the baby (who ALSO poops in the freshly bleached tub...what the heck?!), make lunch, eat lunch, and get everyone to nap at the SAME time, and call a friend. Then I crash on the sofa and get my nap on as well.
Of course, Aaron walks in the door to find me nearly asleep and asks, "what did you do today?"
Girls On the Run 1/2 Marathon.
November 21st.
I'm SO in.
Why not? I'm on the run all day anyway...November 21st.
I'm SO in.
It's going to take me forever.
or at least long enough that when I cross the finish line,
my flailing arms are ready to stop flailing
and be filled with my husband and children.
