My Mom is here to help out while my hubby is away.
Now, don't be jealous of me, but I was SO excited to be able to workout without watching the young'uns, and then, this evening - this is really going to make you jealous - I got to clean my car! ALONE!
To be alone is one of my favourite things anymore. I love these kids in a stupid crazy way, but I absolutely cherish my time alone. Just me. No one to
I think that's why running will always be a part of my life. I get to be alone.
"Training", I say, "I'm training, so I need to go for a long run Sunday morning".
"I need you to watch the kids so I can do some hill repeats."
In my mind, it all translates to - please leave me the hell alone. For 40 minutes. Please. I promise I'll miss you too. Except not at all. Except as soon as the door closes and I put my music on, I'm nothing but a runner. I don't have even a moment where I feel like a bad Mom and nobody cries or yells or fights, because it's just me. And the pavement. Alone.
Maybe I just need an hour or three or four to myself, to run. Who's going to join me for that? Not many would volunteer and often I even drive to the city to join like-minded individuals for an entire morning of running. And then, sometimes, (you're going to be jealous again, I just know it!) I go for brunch afterwards, and not to IHOP or Cora's or Denny's - to places like the Highlevel Diner and Sugarbowl! My belly is feeling full just thinking about a post run breakie, and maybe, sometimes, a beer...at 1130am...
Aside from running, I'm also back into my regular workout routine and although my upper body strength isn't there, and my core strength is at, what feels like, an all time low, and also, my running pace is around a minute and a half slower per km than pre-baby, I'm very happy to have no restrictions, aka, pregnant belly. The sky is the limit, and it sort of feels good to have something to improve upon!
I need to allow time to get my speed and strength back, and I'm giving myself permission to just run, with no expectations, which is all rather difficult. Really and truly, the very DAY I discovered that MrS was to appear, I had never, ever in my life been so on top of my running game. I was lighter and faster than I had ever been. I ran a PB 2:02 half in the morning, and was trying to decide how I would tell my husband that our brood was to grow by one more that very evening.
And what a WILD ride it's been every since that day!
The new guy is just over two months old and as soon as I had begun to think that we would never find our rhythm and I would just always be forgetting there are three of them, (kidding Mom, kidding. Kinda...) I found myself wondering what it even felt like when there were only four of us.
He is such a cool kid and the girls totally adore him. Like, this boy has no idea how loved he is!
I'm quite sure they won't feel the same way as he grows and decides he'd like to play with/crash together/destroy their toys!
For the time being, I'm going to try and slow down and enjoy the snuggles and frequent napping of our last (sniff...) baby and the new fullness our family is enjoying as a five-some.
Life. Is. Good.
Also, as a side note, and something I'm trying really hard not to dwell on, the weight is coming off, with quite a lot of calorie juggling and carb-figuring out. Slow and steady. I've got a lifetime to live at my "goal weight", so there's no timeline and setbacks are to be expected.
Seriously, life is so good.
