But today was different.
I did my old 5 miler route and really enjoyed it. The first 2 miles always suck. But then my body got in the groove and I just zoned out and listened to music. I'm a very slow runner. Like, some people can walk faster than I can run. I don't care. I have no desire to increase my time like the cool kids. I'm all about finishing the distance, not killing myself to get there 5 minutes faster. And if that's not good enough- then I'll just pull out my "I gave birth without medication" card and that'll shut them up. Anyway, I did 5 miles in just under 59 minutes and burned 659 calories! It felt so good. And I finally got the runner's high around mile 4. You know that high where your legs just keep moving and you feel like you can go forever? Everything becomes harmonious and you feel at peace and your body is running like a well oiled machine? And the birds start chirping and bambi comes to cheer you on? Yeah.. But then you see your car in the distance and think "Oh for fucks sake- thank God it's over!"
So that was this morning.
Now I'm planning my Friday which happens to be a fun one because the hubs is taking off early today AND the high is 70 degrees AND I'm looking forward to going to the park this afternoon with the kids. Fischer's first official baseball game is tomorrow- which has me so excited I don't know what to do with myself. He and I practiced outside last night for 2 hours. Throwing balls, catching calls (that's what she said), grounders, hitting, etc. I love me some baseball. My husband will make fun of me, but I was on varsity softball all through high school and loved it. He makes fun of me because I say that a lot. It was the formal "I gave birth naturally" card. Anyway, I hope to coach as all the kids get older. Though I might get all hard core on their asses and make them do suicides and planks and stuff like that.
Speaking of planks- Bootcamp starts in 2 weeks!!! Ack! I'm not so worried about the workouts since I've been prepping for a month. It's the adjustment of getting up at the butt crack of dawn that I'm dreading. But, as I always do, I'll get used to is. But I feel for my poor little boot campers. They have no idea all the horrible things I'll unleash on their asses. I feel like I've written "asses" a lot in this post.
Well, on that note. I'm going to get my ass to a Cuban restaurant to eat before picking up the middle kid from school. Get outside if it's nice where you are! Move!! :)