Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for March 2009

It’s time to get serious

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I’m finding it difficult to return to running after so long off.  It’s more of a mental thing than a physical one.  My motivation is lacking and apathy is winning the battle.  Today, I ran my 2nd run since the marathon (2 weeks ago).  

With sprinkles falling here and there, the threat of rain helped to convince YaYa that he did not want to hike with mom.  It was well past noon by the time I uprooted YaYa to head to the gym.

The treadmill felt too much like work.  The people watching wasn’t very interesting either.  I was only able to force myself to go for 30 minutes (3.5 miles) and promptly ended the run there.  At least my strength workout was good.  I also did another session with my NYC Ballet video (stretches and core strength) after returning home. 

As for that 50K, I’m more than a little nervous that I won’t have what it takes to tackle the hills and cover the distance.  I’ve got a lot of work to do: Not only am going to have to get some serious training in, but I’m also going to have to build my confidence level.

The truth sometimes hurts

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I’m sitting in bed listening to Lucky quietly snoring and enjoying a little peace and quiet. Last night, was very different from tonight. Last night, YaYa asked me about Santa in the most direct way possible. There was no way to get out of it gracefully without lying.

Before I answered, I warned him that he might be disappointed to loose this part of the Christmas magic. That should have been enough of an answer right there but he insisted that he wanted to know the truth. I stalled, making him ask one more time, which he did in with the same clarity.

At the moment he asked, he was so grown up. But the moment he received the answer, he was a little boy whose dreams had been destroyed. He cried. Then, as if to prove me wrong, he began challenging me with a whole other set of questions.

  • Who ate the cookies?
  • What about the carrots?
  • Who put the chunks of crumbs in the milk?
  • What about the tags on the presents?
  • Tracking Santa online?

All of the elaborate measures that had grown over the years as BoBo and DD got more involved in creating the magic where on the line. YaYa was horrified to have it all be a lie.

I was horrified to have my son asking about Santa in the month of March — especially when my son gets so distraught that he is still awake at midnight. Before he finally fell off to sleep, YaYa asked if we could keep some of the traditions like baking the cookies just for the fun of it. Of course I agreed.

This is how grandiose aspirations get there start

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Today, we are enjoying another day of sun. I returned from mass filled with energy that I didn’t have before. It is the kind of energy that leads to the completion of long-ignored chores and the development of grandiose aspirations. For me, this energy does not come in a regulated form. There is no telling what craziness will follow.

After church, I drove to the grocery store and quickly selected my items for purchase. Somewhere along the way, with the itch to get moving again, I began thinking of what physical activity YaYa and I could do on this lovely day. A swim or hike might be nice, I thought.

I considered a nearby local which I haven’t explored much. I’ve been there to run a 25K trail race but haven’t wanted to venture there alone for fear of getting lost or worse. The place, however, is beautiful and allows dogs. I figured that we could take the Ronin along with us for company and keep to the larger trails.

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just sing, sing a song

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With my earphones playing my best sing-a-long music, I made huge strides on my yard work. Pulling weeds, and picking up the pokie-balls from the front lawn and the sidewalk I was immersed in a world where my singing is nothing less than angelic. Barely aware of my surroundings, I sang as I worked.  

If the neighbors were bothered by it, they didn’t say a word.  It is likely that they were just glad that I was finally home long enough to tend to the weeds, and collect up the pokie-balls.  

Once again, my yard looks great.

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