Running Ramblings

Yesterday, I finally freakin' did it! I had a little help in the motivation department from Brooke. She is freaking awesome, ladies!! If you ever need some motivation, she is your girl!!! Let me back up by saying, I was supposed to get up at 5am and go to gym and do my running. Unfortunately, I set my alarm for 5pm, not am. Whoops. So, I had to call MeMac and see if she would watch the girls while I went to the gym yesterday afternoon. I am boycotting the gym nursery, because I swear, every time Claire goes, she freaking gets sick. I can't handle the snots anymore.

So, I get there, it's a little busy, which I can't stand. But I was able to get on my favorite treadmill, ( yes I have a favorite, the two on the front row don't get NEAR as hot and steamy as the back row). I got on there and found my focus point, concentrated on my breathing and before I knew it, I had already ran a mile. Mile #2 goes by. But then, someone got in the way of my focus point and it started going down hill. I noticed that my legs were starting to hurt a little, and I was starting to huff in my breathing. So, I thought I might stop at 3 miles... (I know, I know). But, when I clicked to find out how far I had ran, it said I only had 1.98 miles to go. I knew I couldn't stop. I would run until I reached 5 miles or was going to collapse. Whichever came first. Around mile 4, it starting getting bad. My breathing was crazy, and my calves were starting to ache a little. But I KNEW, I would want to hurt myself if I couldn't finish that last mile. When I walked, I would make myself run at 7.0 instead of 6.0. But guess what?!!? I. FREAKING. DID. IT. I ran 5 miles, nerds!!! I was so tired, and my face was all red and disgusting like it is when I run( I don't sweat pretty) and I turned around, saw someone I knew, and said, "I just ran 5 miles for the first time in my life!" I texted everyone I thought would care.

I got home and took a shower and realized that I had rubbed a blister on the back of my foot where my sock had slid down. So, I thought instead of doing a bandaid, I would just do that newskin stuff we had and I would see how it works. BAD IDEA> Apparently, "blister" doesn't fall into the category of "minor cut" because, guess what?? IT BURNED. And it wouldn't stop burning. John had NO idea what was going on because I was screaming like a lunatic. In my time of distress, I noticed Addison going into my bathroom, I figured she was going as far away from the screaming lady who was her Mommy and finding comfort in some lip gloss, so I called back for her to get out of my bathroom, and she cam running out with a band aid. She handed it to me, and said, "Here Mommy, this will make it feel ALLLL better!" I almost died. I was getting on to her and she was bringing me a band aid! And not just any band aid, one of her Disney Princess band aids, which is a BIG deal. She doesn't share those. And guess what? It was Ariel, no less. Her very favorite Disney Princess.
My 3 year old may give me the stink eye from time to time and talk back and refuse to listen to anything but "Party in the USA", but she has a heart of gold.