20 miles are now done.
The boy jumped, swam, and saw some cats.
Okra makes me smile.
So I’ve got a 20 miler in the books. Here’s what I’ve finally figured out about balancing 20 milers with kid activities that go on all weekend: I get 3 hours to run, max. And that’s if I start at 5am. 800 is done time. So what I get done just depends on how fast or how slow I run. I call it done at 800 regardless of where I am. The goal this weekend was 20-22, but I did 20. With being a couple of minutes late, an emergency bathroom stop, and running into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, and oh, yeah, I’m not very fast, 20 miles took the whole 3 hours. The good news is I had company for 8, and did the rest on my own. I ran a super hilly, challenging route. My body felt good. The bad news is it wasn’t near the pace I wanted. Poo. More on that later.
I had a whirlwind Saturday. I rushed home after my run, shoveled in a bowl of cereal and took Jasp to swimming. We then made our routine Starbucks stop, and I savored an iced pumpkin spice latte. We then went to a neighborhood fall festival and had a blast. There was a ton of great things, especially for kids, but we focused on the bounce house, the bake sale with cupcakes, and the cat rescue group. Jasp would bounce until an older kid knocked him down, then start sobbing, and the only thing he would find solace in was going over the the rescue cats up for adoption in their little cages and saying “Hi Cat.” in between sobs. Repeat process multiple times, until nap was 30 minutes overdue and I drug him away screaming. Then while he napped I had my weekend Costco trip. I was excited fresh pre-cut butternut squash is back, and once again I did not give into temptation to buy the giant thing of peanut butter cups. Then Jasp was up and I took him to the bouncy gym. By this point I was wearing my compression socks……I know, what a dork, but this is a lot of activity post 20 miler. I took them off for dinner though, as we had a family spurge dinner at Contigo. I pigged out on the okra there. I LOVE okra. I fell asleep before 900.
Today was a stroller run and a failed yoga class. I did “Yoga for Runners” DVD at home…it’s a good one, BTW. We just had too much going on for me to make it to a class, and I won’t bore you with another whirlwind day recap.
Now back to my slow run. I thought about it. I ran 20 miles…in a pace that is about mid pack in any given marathon, and that’s fine. Call it excuses, but I’m busy, my weekends are really packed, and I’m tired a lot. I am working with my stupid head and ego to accept runs like these are ok, and my “excuses” are real. I’m not 100% there, but I am definitely better. I am thinking of changing some things up with my run schedule but that will be a whole post later this week…I hope.
And to my mom friends who read this (2 or 3 of you maybe?): How do you deal with the swamped feeling? I get my big things taken care of: family, job, run. But lately I feel the little thing are getting away from me: housework, cooking, shopping (for those things you need, but cannot get online). How do you fit it in without doing crazy things like cleaning your bathrooms at 900 on Friday night? Am I the only one who does this?