...a stiff one.
...like a Tanqueray and diet tonic (Canada Dry, of course) with a lime,
or 3 Upstream Brewery Scotch Ales,
or 5 Roja margaritas on the rocks.
(At least these are "or"s and not "and"s.)
Running is the alternative to drinking heavily and escaping the chaos of daily life. Chaos that comes from the little things formerly known as errands, going to the gym, getting the mail, having a cup of coffee (can you say reheated in the microwave 3 times?).
Sometimes preparing for a run can be more work than the run itself. The other day, the aftermath of the run was the hard part. Let's just say I didn't get a nap out of the Little Monster because she was sitting in a diaper full of hardening poop that I couldn't chisel off her butt after an hour run. The only good thing about this was that after a brief power wash, warm soak, and full bath, she was a soft and sweet smelling child. Baths are usually reserved for bed time, so they go to bed all clean and you don't get a chance to enjoy them that way....you get them in the morning when they have morning breath, crusty drool and a 10lb pee diaper (if you're lucky, that's all it is).
My days are so busy, always moving, always multi-tasking...rarely is my mind and my body in the same place. When Rodney asks me what I did with my day, I seem to stutter because it seems like nothing worthwhile got accomplished. Seriously, did all I do today was run and go the Hyvee?? I must have done something important? Lately, I've skipped texts, emails, blog updates, Shutterfly posts for the family, Facebook live feeds, voicemails, left unopened mail in the office, and forgot to by the basics like Milk and tp. I missed my self-proclaimed Sept 1 deadline for the Purdue Course that I'm revising.
I turned the calendar page to September and found that I'm so far behind. I've totally overcommitted myself, preregistered for races and events that I haven't considered since registering, and completely behind in every aspect of life. Yesterday after I texted Rodney, I had to really sit and ponder whether he was in town or away on business....yea, we're starting to lose it.
Rodney leaves for Purdue for a few days on a ConAgra recruiting trip, he gets back a day before we fly to Detroit for my brother's wedding in Windsor. I have nothing to wear, and seriously wish I could wear my running clothes, which would be an eye sore, but so fitting to my body type and personality...and I wouldn't have to go shopping. We stay at a hotel that I'm not sure we even reserved, after driving across the border with a car, I can't remember if we rented. All I know is that Tim Horton's and his coffee will get me through it.
Luckily the flower girl, Taia (haha) has a wardrobe consultant in Grammy June (my mom) and our job has just been her intensive walking program to walk in a straight line. We haven't yet added the petal throwing in fear that she'll just start throwing everything, kind of like when she saw me spitting while brushing my teeth. She now likes to spit out beverages, all over herself and the furniture.
Along with all the life stuff, is my running life. I've got places and races to go to, either to volunteer at or race. I make all my community service, race-related to kill two birds with one stone (volunteering and socializing with friends). The weekend after the wedding is the Omaha Half Marathon, just 2 weeks out of our Chicago trip. At this point, it doesn't look like Rodney will be able to keep up with me, so I might plan on leaving him in the dust. It sounds mean, but it's a running thing. It's true love if you don't hold back your running friends or significant others from doing their personal best.
Actually, it's true love that I don't kick Rodney in the balls for not training like he should have been this entire year.
Speaking of which, I have to go run.
It's too early to drink.
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