Last year I wrote a sappy post for Mother’s Day, so not this year. I’ll focus on the really important part: the presents. 🙂 Mike got me my first ever lululemon outfit. If you are not familiar with this store than you either are not a woman, or you don’t do yoga. Or both. It’s all yoga and run stuff, and pricier than the average gear, but soooo nice. It’s not over the top expensive, but enough that I had never bought myself anything there. Now I have shorts, capris, a tank and socks!!! Can I sleep in it and wear it to work too? Now I am hooked, those Nike shorts will never seem the same. I think Mike just created an expensive habit. We also got a baby sitter, which we haven’t done very much at all. We ate at Black Star Co-op, had super yummy home brews, and tried a coffee shop we had never been to for dessert, where I had Nutella crepes. So it was a good day. Jasper was his usual happy self all weekend, and managed not to get fevers and sleep pretty good.
On the schedule as well this weekend was another 20 miler. It went good, but not great. We have officially entered the season where pace drops by about a minute without even trying. I will look at my garmin and think I am zipping along, only to discover I am not. Maybe it’s because it’s 78 degrees at 530 in the morning and about 90% humidity. I always manage in the heat without problems, but I just slow down some. Have I mentioned that Mark is a good friend? I ran on my own Saturday to meet a group of friends, ran with them, and then was going to run back home. Mark agreed to add on another 4 miles to his run to join me for my remaining miles, so I never had to run home alone. This weekend I drop back a bit, and then the next is my 22 miler. I can’t believe how fast this training cycle went, but then all I really have focused on is getting my distance in. The real hard work will start this summer when Mark writes me a San Antonio marathon training plan to get me my 3:20.
The big news of the weekend is that Jasper started pointing to Pancake as she escapes him on the bed and saying “Gangake!” I know baby talk, and “listen to what my kid did” stories are painful for anyone except said child’s parents. We were excited though…..for a little boy who has been threatened with speech therapy by the pediatrician if he doesn’t rapidly increase his pretty much non-existent vocabulary, “Gangake” is a big deal.
Ok…work calls. I’ll be chugging a latte at some point after a 3:45am wake up call from a certain someone who had a nightmare, and then collapsing into lululemon clothes the minute I get home to walk Gangake.