The terrible wonderful run…

An old photo of the black and white one on a run...
An old photo of the black and white one on a run…

I had 20 on the schedule for this morning.    I had a whole post planned about getting through a long run solo after I had such a great 18 miler last weekend.   I was feeling like a badass, and I was confident.  Got a so-so night of sleep, got up and got dressed, and started assembling all my stuff and a little voice said “come with us?”  (translation:  I want to go on the run with you.”.  Mike didn’t show any signs of life, and I felt like a jerk if I said “wake up and deal with this child”, so come with us it was.

I left 30 minutes later than planned with all the extra snack gathering and redoing Jaspy’s dinosaur “tattoos” that he requested the night before (done with a Sharpie, if goths can use it for eyeliner, little boys can use it for tattoos).  Anyhow, off we went.  My longest run with a stroller ever is 8 miles.  We usually do about 6-7.  I was hoping I could push it past 10 today and then have less than 10 on my own.  We saw tons of deer out and a took the wetlands trails and saw a mass take off of about 20 egrets.  Sharing these moments with my little boy is something special, as I have always believed there are special rewards for those who get up before sunrise.  The stroller slows me down some and I started thinking 20 was going to take awhile.  Jaspy and I sang songs and had a wonderful time together.  10.5 miles later, we hit the house.  This time I did scream for Mike to wake up and deal with the child, since the longer I stayed at home the less appealing 10 more miles in the heat seemed.  Did I mention it was super humid?

Anyhow, the black and white one (aka Pancake) was dancing and wimpering around me.  She clearly wanted a run.  Uggg, more delay as I search for the leash and get her out the door.  I finally break into a rhythm and a poop break stops it (Pancake’s break, not mine).  We do 4 miles together and it is mostly wonderful.  Pancake is 13 and I know her days of running are numbered.  And running with a border collie is watching pure joy in front of your eyes.  They love it.  But it was hot.  And humid.  At one point I might have decided to go online when I was done and look for jobs in Colorado.  I also might have fantasized about popsicles.

The start/ stopping run was taking its toll.  10 miles with a stroller ain’t no joke.  Did I already mention the humidity?   I made myself a deal:  20 miles or 3 hours whichever comes first.  I knew good and well 3 hours probably would since both my partners create a slower pace.  But in my head I convinced my it was just as good as 20 miles.

I got home, shoved Cake in the door and yelled “Dropping off the black and white one!”, and headed out for another at least 4 miles.  This is where I thought the run was Suckville.  By now the sun is glaring, and I KNOW there is coffee waiting at home since I smelled it on drop off #2.  I managed 18.2 and called it.  10 + miles pushing a stroller, plus 8 more, in the summer still = badass territory.  Not that I think I am anything but a very tired, headachy, dork who will end up sleeping in compression socks tonight.  But I’m counting this one.  Long run box checked.


4 Replies to “The terrible wonderful run…”

    1. Thanks! I sometimes have issues with commenting as well. I don’t think mobile devices like WordPress very much. As for the run, I run pretty slow in the summer. That’s the only way. Good luck on your move and hang in there!

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