So glad it is Friday. It’s been the usual crazy week, with multiple fails on the running front. I think I should start planning my weeks on assuming most “planned” workouts will be fails, and then I’ll be pleasantly surprised when they aren’t. My fast day was ruined when someone got up at 500…so I ran as fast as I could with a stroller plus 34 pounds of kid, but that’s not very fast. My mid length run day was ruined by 4 hours of sleep, so I couldn’t make myself get up early enough to add miles, and today my bike ride was ruined by another 5am wake up. I’m not too upset, because that’s just how it is and at least I still do somthing….but I would love it if 4 hour sleep nights were a thing of the past. I thought about making this a blog about sleep and lack of , but decided that would make it even less interesting than it already is.
On the sleep front, I attempted to transition Jaspy out of his crib this week. He’s only still in it because I just cannot take creating a situation that makes even less sleep in my life…which is exactly what I did. I am starting with just a mattress on the floor, and his sleeping bag next to it since he definitely climbs off. Worked like a charm first night, 2nd night not so good, 3rd night pretty good, last night, not so good. Two crappy night has me questioning if I shouldn’t wait it out a little longer since he seems fine with a crib. These are the kind of things I worry about….yes, my life is that exciting.
I also stay up too late watching the Olympics, then getting mad at myself for giving the horrendous coverage the time of day. My fave so far has been the men’s 10000. Amazing. I was over the swimming pretty quick, and over beach volleyball even quicker. Why aren’t weightlifting, table tennis, and wrestling in prime time?
Ok…my ramble post will end soon, but a quick story which restored my weakened faith in humanity. After swimming, Jasp and I get cupcakes at a nearby bakery. He dropped his pink cupcake (his favorite color…so cute) in the parking lot, and nothing would salvage it. Massive meltdown with hitting and biting. We went back to get another one, and there was a guy there getting a coffee and said he’d buy Jasp another cupcake. I told him “it’s ok, it’s not a big deal”. He replied “I know it’s not a big deal, but I’d like to do it.” The stars aligned when I got Jasper to say his version of thank you, and quit his tantrum instantly when handed a new pink cupcake to take two licks of the frosting and hand it to me. Anyhow, it made my day that a nice stranger would do something like that.
Time to punch back in…long run, swimming, bubble festival and hopefully an IPA or two up this weekend.