Sunday’s long run took place in mid-day. It was hot out, but my company was cheerful and cute. I was a little worried about YaYa’s ability to use the single hand break, so I kept a tighter reign on him.
The bike path was busy. It seemed that everyone was walking, scootering, cycling, or running the trail. It was a challenge for us to get down the path without hitting or getting hit by someone else. YaYa was real good at announcing “On Your Left” when passing. Unfortunately, others did not do the same.
Along the way I stopped to find the offending rock, or what not, in my shoe. It felt so real and yet I could not find a thing. On the third stop, I pulled my sock off to inspect my foot for a blister. That was when I found it – part of a sunflower seed shell was inside my sock. All that I could figure was that the shell was in the wash and somehow got into my sock. Seeds and baseball seem to go together.
The heat was getting to us. Both YaYa and I were ready to call it quits early In the final miles. We did finish out the long run and followed it up with a cold smoothie.
Well I didn’t have the heart to plop YaYa on the bicycle again today. It would just be a means getting my run completed. I couldn’t ask him to do it again – Not again.
The morning had been filled up with Shrek the Third, picking up BoBo, and other errands. It was getting late in the day and my run was still not completed. Between baseball practice and dinner at Cindy’s was about 40 minutes. Feeling a little disappointed in running this weekend, I was beginning to wonder if I really could get my running up to BQ level. I certainly am not going to get there bailing out on my runs.
Instead, I drove to the baseball field. I left YaYa in the bleachers. He would be in my sight as well as the sight of all of BoBo’s team. I, then, ran laps around the edge of the soccer fields until I’d traveled 4 miles. Practice ended a few minutes after I finished. It’s nothing to write about (I didn’t let that stop me though); it’s just more of the same – me “getting it done” and nothing more.
Every training run is a victory. If you end up having memorized the distance around every soccer field and baseball diamond in town, then so be it!
Getting it done against all odds, that is. That counts.
Way to get it done!! It’s pushing through and not giving up that will help you qualify when you do!
There’s something to be said about getting it done!
On weekends and holidays it’s always a crowded road where I like to run. I’ve been hit in the arm by a bike rider before. It’s nice that your son announced himself before passing by. I wish more would do the same.
Actually, getting it done when you are on kid duty is an accomplishment you should feel good about for all is against you, including your concious (being a mom) and not getting it done (concious gets you again, for not working toward your training goal). Either way you can’t loose, it just depends on which concious will end up bugging you. Great job both ways!
I didn’t even consider running til my kid had graduated from high school! good work.