Running not so perfectly

So, I recently completed a road race -- the first one in a long time. It was very momentous.

I finished it but I need to clarify ... I ran most of the race straight out -- over the hills, through the neighborhood and over the bridge. It was a great one and I was ahead of schedule from a timing perspective. Let me repeat -- I WAS ahead of schedule until ...

Rip. Rip. Rip. Okay, I did not hear rip rip rip but I think that is what happened to me. A muscle in my body completely ripped or broken or so I think (no medical diagnosis yet). I could not run anymore and could barely walk though I did it. I probably should not have finished the race (and my loved ones would all probably agree with that statement emphatically) but I just have this determination and stubbornness that will not let me quit. Actually, part of what made me finish was a shirt that I saw: "Pain is temporary, pride is forever". That might become one of my mantras.

Anyway, so while I am generally running just perfectly, I may not be running for a little while though I will still do some typing / updating on my excitement filled life.

Everyone has a right ...

Everyone has a right to know. Not only a right but an obligation to know, right? Everyone has a right and an obligation to know what is going on in my personal life, right?

You are probably wondering what the heck I am talking about. Well, I live in a very nice community with my beau (he is my husband but I am trying out other names to call him for no particular reason) and daughter. Apparently, according to everyone else's timetable, we should be having baby #2. In fact, we are behind schedule and the whole neighborhood is waiting for us to have another one. We have failed in our protocol to stick to everyone else's schedule and have caused a number of folks needless amounts of waiting time.

How do I know that people have been asking questions? How do I know that we are "behind schedule"? Well, I learned this from my daughter's nanny who has been asked at least 4 - 5 times in the last two weeks.

In all seriousness, here is my question. Since when did it become socially acceptable to ask these types of questions? When did it become appropriate to ask continuously about when we are having another baby? Who knows -- maybe we have been trying for months / years and have not been successful? Maybe we have been trying and had a miscarriage? Maybe there were other things going on in our life and the time has not been right?

That is not the point. The point is that I find it obnoxious that not only people are asking when we are having a baby (continuously) but they are asking our employee and putting her in a very uncomfortable position. I am not mad at her ... don't get me wrong. I feel bad that people keep asking her because it is NONE of their business.

Or maybe I am wrong ... maybe everyone has a right to know ...

What a difference a day makes

So, good lord, what a difference a day makes? Yesterday, I was having a horrible day with trying to teach my little girl how to use the toilet and I was a lean, mean running machine.

Today, she went in the toilet three times (and peed on me once but hey, she was trying to get to the potty when it happened) and I am sore as all heck. The funniest thing is that I think I may have pulled a groin muscle which I did not think happened to women but then again, I am probably not your typical woman ...

I had so much fun with my daughter tonight and everyone was happy. Maybe I don't need a do-over of yesterday after all.

Chance for a do over?

Ever have an afternoon that just S-U-C-K-E-D? I had one of those today.

I am getting ready for a run that I am doing next weekend and was all psyched to go for a long run. However, my plans got changed and I did not react well. My significant other who did not want to go for a bike ride this morning decided that he needed to do it this afternoon. Not a big deal, you say? It would not be except that meant that I had to worry about my daughter sleeping or not sleeping during her nap.

As I feared, she slept for about 15 minutes -- 5 minutes after the SO left -- and woke up because she pooped. So, I changed her and told her to have some mellow time in her room reading books. That was all set to work except we are potty training her right now and 3 minutes after I got downstairs, I heard, "Mommy, i have to go potty" and found her standing on the bed covered in pee. Good times ...

I then went to put on laundry and could not because there was no laundry detergent which meant (a) the pee covered sheets had to sit and (b) that I had to take my very tired and clingy (though normally adorable daughter) with me food shopping which is not fun.

She was pretty good for the most part when we were there but then came home and had an ABSOLUTELY MELTDOWN with yelling and crying and fussing. I calmed her down like only a mom can and then she promptly fell asleep on my bed which meant I still could not get changed and go for a run even though the SO offered.

Now, I am not motivated to run but gotta find a way to muscle up the interest and desire ...

I love my husband and my daughter but I was definitely frustrated today with both of them which is a feeling I ABSOLUTELY hate because they are my world and are perfect and I am far from it.

Any chance for a do over of my afternoon, please?

Still got it ... sort of

So, a few months ago, I hired a personal trainer to get my ass back into shape ... well, into shape. Saying back into shape would suggest that it had a good shape previously which it didn't (unless you like a woman who is "bootylicious" (which some man actually called me)) but I digress.

I decided to ask my trainer to come back for the night and he kicked my butt. I did some insane workouts -- 40 reps of boxing, pushups on a medicine ball (harder than it sounds), pull-ups on a stability bar on the treadmill, squats with lateral raises, lunges on a bosu ball and lots of stomach exercises. It was so hard and it actually hurts me a bit to type right now but I managed to survive.

Everything he threw at me, I said "Bring it on and give me more." Apparently, my insane work ethic when it comes to working out has not completely gone away.

P.S. My husband made my day tonight -- he referred to me as very svelte. That is one of the nicest compliments he has ever given to me and he does not even know it.

East Coast Bias

So, I am originally from the East Coast and have spent my entire life on the East Coast ... Maybe that has led to an East Coast bias -- okay, it definitely has led to an East Coast bias.

Anyway, the reason I am running is that I was traveling today and heard the most annoying accent. It was a Midwest accent and every time the person opened his mouth, it felt like nails were running up and down a chalkboard. It probably did not help that the guy was an admitted tech geek and talking about the 5 terabytes (whoa, 5 TB -- should I be impressed) that he had in his house.

Guess that is what happens when you spend your entire life on one side of the country.