Posted by: rocketbride | October 1, 2012

enjoying the mild

If all had gone as planned, today would have been my first wedding anniversary. I’m so glad Maggie came along to knock over the applecart.

I finally got a good run in tonight. Last week seemed to roll through like a freight train, carrying all of my free time away in a smog of steampunky bustle. I don’t usually like to leave huge chunks of time between runs, but all of my plans went awry. I was supposed to run on Friday with the gym classes, but my whole prep was taken up with an on-call and a trip home to fetch a forgotten birthday cake. I knew it was over at that point: I’m not even going to pretend that I want to run after a slab of ice cream cake. Saturday was going to be my makeup day, but by the time we got home from the market I was just too tired. Falling over myself tired, going to the church for a chicken dinner because I don’t have the brain cells to feed myself and my kids tired. Sunday I tried to get out with the run club and my new jogging stroller, but things turned bad almost right away when I realized that my new toy pulled to the left like a recalcitrant shopping cart. After ten minutes of huffing and puffing up hills, fighting to keep the damn thing in a straight line, and listening to Maggie whine at me, I gave up and turned around. I was on my way back to the car when the front wheel popped off.

I don’t know what was worse: wrestling the wheel back on, or wrestling the baby back in the seat.

Tonight I went out with a full stomach of creamy pasta and a feeling of doom. It was a full week since I had a successful run, and I was doing it after a heavy rushed meal. (Although I did manage to dodge the beer. “It’s just a mild!” Mason insisted.) I was incredibly gratified to make it to the end of the course with nothing more severe than fatigue. Now I’m home, and I can enjoy the mild.


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