Last week was a funny week of running. A week characterised by much slacking, much procrastinating and much MUCH busyness. The in-laws flew back to the UK and I had about 48 hours to pull together the Dude’s birthday party which was slightly stressful but worked out well in the end. As such, I found a million excuses not to run even though I really wanted to. What’s that all about?
On Wednesday, I had a tough stroller run planned. But the Dude wanted to run. Not only that, he wanted to race. So he needed a number. ‘What number do you want?’ I asked him. ‘1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10’, he told me. So he got them all, with his name underneath, pinned onto his top. He then insisted on doing my number but can only write ‘1’ so I was number one. He wrote ‘Mummy’ underneath (in a secret script only he can read) so I translated above. And then we had to find our running watches. It took about half an hour to get out the door. We then posed for photographs and started running. After all the drama, he ran for about 100 yards before insisting he walked as his legs ached. A little frustrating but also very sweet. I am loving watching him get more interested in running and racing. I’m not going to put any pressure on him ever to run or to race or to do anything but I am keen that he learns that exercise is a normal, good part of life, and I’m excited that he’s picking up on this.
So Thursday dawned and as soon as it DID dawn I was out the house like a bat out of hell. I couldn’t find my running watch or the iPhone so I ran blind. I ran 5 miles (my running path has mile markers) and basically ran a slow half-mile and then a fast half-mile. My clumsy version of speedwork. It went well (I think). I was tired and achy legged at the end and felt like I’d had my first proper work-out for a while. A good feeling. And obviously I found my watch as soon as I stepped inside the door.
On Saturday, I wanted to do a decent long run. I had the Dude so we headed out – we got less than 100 yards and I twisted my ankle on a speed bump in our development. It FLIPPING hurt, I sat on the (very quiet) road, having to breathe through the pain until it calmed down for me to limp home. I spent the afternoon icing on the bed. Hmmm.
So Sunday. Hurrah – a dull ache on the ankle but it was good enough for me to want to try running. So I went for my first ever trail run. Seriously, I went. And I loved it. But you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to hear about that. Bet you can’t wait!
And finally…I caught up with one of my friends last week, Joanne, who is getting into her half-marathons!! I hadn’t seen her for ages so was totally unprepared for a very sweet present of a medal-rack and bib-displayer!! They’re really pretty too, not like some of the clunkier ones out there. Thanks Joanne. Hmm…this makes me want more bling. We have so little as a family that we’ve decided to use it for keys as well.
New week. Must Run More.