Saturday, January 21, 2017
T: 3.2 inside (until D got bored and I had to stop)
W: 4.6 inside before nap ended abruptly
T: 5.6 inside, start at 6.5 to 8.2 until 23:20 then slowed down until D woke up
F: 3.7 inside
Sa: 11! Outside! Woo!
Summary: 30.8, inside and outside. This week's theme was runs that were cut short during naptime. No fun, but I got it done. The long run was good, hooray.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
T: 3.1 inside
W: light workout at my parents
T: so sick.
F: still not great.
Su: 5.1 inside
Summary: D was sick the beginning of the week, Nick was out of town, then I got struck down on Wednesday night. It was awful. 12 miles for the week.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
T: 5.2 inside, "hills"
W: 5.2 inside, 6.5-8.2 @ 2% increased every minute, stayed at 8.2 until 20 min, slowed down.
T: babywearing fitness (basically rest day)
F: 5.5 inside
Sa: 4 inside
Su: 8.3 inside
Summary: snow forced me inside for my weekend runs. Boo. 33ish miles including a tempo and some "hills" though. So that's good..
I swear I'll be back soon with baby updates.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
T: 4.25 inside @ 6.8 / 4.0
W: 5.some inside @ 6.7 / 3.0
F: 5.5 outside! Windy and cold, flat
Sa: 2.8ish with my training partner outside!
Su: 7.25 inside
Summary: 29ish, mix of inside and outside
I am alive and running.
I have a really, really cute kid who is about to turn 2 (holy cow).
[Imagine there's a cute picture of a chubby blond toddler here.]
I'm training for a marathon, this was training week 1.
Obviously I have a lot to catch up on. I hope to be better about blogging this year, and to track my marathon training (I get to run with my friend Tiffany in her first marathon! Yay!). I'll be back.
Monday, July 11, 2016
One and a half years. Years. Plural. Yikes.
I am writing this in bed next to you, because you still sleep snuggled in my armpit.
You have this big cheesy smile that just slays me. It takes up your whole face and it is amazing.
You are the best! You love to mimic us, whether it's using the nail clippers or cleaning up a spill, you're right there, being a big helper! It is amazing how quickly you learn. Related, you want to eat or drink everything we are eating. Ice cream and beer have to be consumed in secret.
You are always climbing. Whether something is meant for climbing or not, you try to scale it. Restaurants are for running circles in. Cars (parked) are jungle gyms. You are always exploring.
Food is hit or miss. You'll be super interested in dinner and sign "eat" a million times but then have 2 beans and call it. You are 75th percentile for height and weight so I'm not worried (breastmilk ftw!) but, sweet baby, food is good too.
You have two chins and big strong legs and the cutest butt and the softest cheeks and the sweetest belly. You lean in for a hug and just rest sometimes. Sometimes. Other times you keep right on going going going.
You adore animals, especially dogs. You are pretty gentle with them, but you've been spoiled by Kiwi's unending patience. You love videos on the internet of dogs. They make you giggle. We live to make you giggle.
Still no words here, but that does not mean you are quiet! You babble and screech. You have signs for hat, more/again, milk, sleep, butterfly, car, cow (maybe?), fan, baby, potty, eat, drink and are learning new signs all the time. It's so important that you can communicate your needs even if you can't speak yet.
Taking care of you has been the greatest challenge of my life. Getting to love you has been my greatest joy. You are my little buddy, my sweet baby, my favorite person. You test me. You make me more patient, more stressed, more full of happiness than I ever thought possible.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
I want to keep doing these updates because although lots of blogs seem to stop at 12 months, so much is still happening with you!
You are turning into such a little person. You are constantly moving and constantly getting into things. I understand the need for baby proofing a little more each day.
You have 12 teeth! The front 4 on top and bottom, plus 4 molars. The molars aren't all quite through yet, but they already look like big icebergs in your wee mouth. You love getting raspberries on your belly and when you throw your head back to laugh I can see those bright new teeth.
Your laugh... my sweet baby, it is so special. You squeal and squirm and cackle. It's loud and probably annoying to strangers but it's music to us. You love being chased and if we give even a hint that we're going to chase you, you giggle. Love.
You don't walk consistently, but occasionally you take a string of steps across a room, so we know you're very capable. You prefer to use your push toy (walk-walk). Pushing that up the driveway to the street to watch cars has consumed many an afternoon. You still crawl like lightning and climb everything. With a little help you can get on all the furniture, which is worrisome. When you aren't confident enough to get down off something you make a hilarious "eh! Eh!" to get us to help you.
You know signs for more and again, and have your own sign for Kiwi. You drink water like a champ but still don't love eating. There are times when you surprise us and eat and eat but mostly you pick. You still nurse allllll the time. I have days when that is wonderful and days when I wish you'd just eat more solids already, but on the whole I love giving you comfort and nutrition so easily.
I never want you to stop nursing but I do want a moment to myself. The way you love and need me is flattering and exhausting. You are warming up to dad ("dat") but still get lonely for me. When I return from a long time away from you, like when I brush my teeth for 2 minutes, your face lights up briefly before you cry.
Things I never want to forget; the sweet way you purse your lips to have me put ChapStick on them every night (because you watched me do it and wanted it too), your silly "oooeeeooo" vowel sounds, how sweetly you'll sit and look at books, the look of anticipation when you're walking away and want to be chased, your smile of delight when you pet Kiwi, your calm snores after you've nursed to sleep and I'm still holding your ever-longer body in my arms. I want to memorize the click of your tongue after you've unlatched but are still sleepy nursing, the way you lean in when I ask for a kiss, and the way you sometimes thrash your way into my neck and burrow to sleep in the middle of the night.
Every day gets a tiny bit easier. You are so fun, so mischievous, and so sweet. You try my nerves but make me so happy.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Get it? Running. Because it's a running blog! I slay me.
No updates lately, which never bodes well for training. After a couple of disastrous long runs I've decided not to run the Alexandria half. I was registered and was really looking forward to it but it's not in the cards. D is still just a bit too needy to leave him for 2 hours at a time while I run. Maybe later this year? Maybe next year?
Those are the facts. Here are the feelings. I'm pissed. I'm angry that can't do this. Angry that my life is still so far from what I'd hoped. I had dreamed about qualifying for Boston this year and now I'm wondering when I'll get to run more than 5 miles at a time. I love D so much. He is the light of my life but it is so, so hard to be mommy every second of every day. He loves Nick but after 40 minutes or so he needs me again.
I am complaining. I sound ungrateful for this very wanted baby that we tried so hard for. I am well aware that I am lucky to have this baby at all. But... It is hard. Every day is hard.
Someday running will be a thing for me again. Until then, it's all D, all the time. I'm trying to be 100% ok with that.