Darcy - Thursday June 12

Being jarred out of bed by a giggling, squealing 13+ month old was not what I wanted. I was hoping to hop out of bed this morning, and go for a jog! Alas, the munchkin had different ideas. And he was full of it, waking his brother and sister at 6 am.

By 6:30, we were downstairs, making coffee, and juices. No possibility of going for a jog when all three are awake... the double doesn't hold two bigs and a 1 year old who thinks he's three. besides that would have been over 100 lbs of kids that I would be pushing!

Its chaotic mornings like this that I feel like a cross between a short-order cook, and a waitress. As soon as the demands of one are met, there are more needs to be fulfilled. I just wanted to grab my shoes and get out of Dodge!

It was 10 before I gathered my running clothes, found a headband, tracked down my other running shoe. My inhaler had been hobbitized (verb. mischief making by a little person under 3 ft tall, and younger than 10 years of age). I located it in the bottom drawer of the fridge, with my hairbrush and a half eaten banana.

I set out with all good intentions of trying for 5, but my time was limited and it was starting to get warm in the sun. Ginger lasted 2 miles, but I had to do my last two solo.

I felt good, refreshed, relaxed as I ran through my neighborhood. I enjoyed my time to my thoughts, and listening to my body work out its stiffness from a night of sleeping wedged between a 5 and 3.5 year old.

I'm sticking with the loop in my neighborhood for now, since the old 44 is a little two wild and crazy for me to comfortably run on. And it means I don't need to carry my water - just rest it on mailbox for my walk breaks.

Sarah was in my thoughts as I ran. I wonder how the journey home yesterday was, and how she felt walking into her house after a 5 week hiatus. I was thinking about her furbabies, and betting that they were almost as thrilled to see her as Chris was - wiggling and wagging all the way. I wondered if the Texas heat and humidity would get to her, as she put her running shoes back on to continue on our long distance journey.

After 5 days of 90+ degree temperatures and humidity here in Plymouth, MA, I knew that summer training is just not for me! I much prefer a cool 65 and over cast skies! I can't imagine running in the heat of a summer in Texas, but I know Sarah will do it. She can do anything she puts her heart and soul into!

And then I finished my 4th mile. Sweaty, tired, stinky, and satisfied! I could have gone more, but decided to save my legs for tomorrow.

Cheers Sarah!