Friday, October 25, 2013
There was frost on my windshield this morning, which made me ever so happy I wasnít getting up early to run. To think that just a few short weeks ago I was complaining about how hot it was! From August to October is the difference between night and day. Literally. It was dark when I went to work.
Little Bear is running another kids dash tomorrow. Iím not really ďpushingĒ him to be interested in running, but I want him to know that exercise and fitness is an important part of our lives. Plus, letís face it: Momma likes BLING, and baby medals and trophies are just adorable. Heís supposed to get a medal for this one, and heíd better, or Iíll hear about that for a month. (Heís still telling everyone, ďGramma poke in eyeĒ over an incident that happened in April.) I had planned to run the associated adult 5k, but I have no idea what to wear. Iíll either figure something out or wear dance clothes! I do have sweat suits, but Iíve never run in them and Iím worried they might be too hot.
Winter is on its way. I could see it in the clouds yesterday morning, and I can see it in the clouds of frost I exhale. I love winter; just donít particularly love driving in it. Itís not exactly the perfect season to be gifted with a bicycle. (Iím scratching my head at that, but I guess itís just the misfortune of being born in late autumn.) In any case, Iíll have a shiny new pink bike to ride after the last snow recedes next year.
Winter is usually Tae Bo time, and WiiFit time for me, but Iím not sure I can get Little Bear to give me space in the living room. Heís as bad as the dog, getting underfoot whenever Iím trying to do the Just Dance game, and climbing on my back when Iím doing yoga. I really donít mind because heís only a toddler once. Eventually he wonít want anything to do with me, and Iíll have a too-empty house to myself. So even if it throws my fitness schedule off, so be it. Mommy/Baby time is just as important as losing weight.
The plan is to ease back into a regular fitness program by sneaking up on it: Iím going to do as much physical activity this weekend and next week without actually PLANNING it. That way when I start a structured fitness program in November, it wonít be such a shock to the system. The plan is also to start slow Ė a half hour of this, another half hour of something else, and 10 minutes of strength training and 20 minutes of that yoga I love and dread at the same time. Iím getting better at organizing my time, and more selective with the work I take on, so Iím managing the hours of my day a little better. At least in theory. Iím not really sure where yesterday went.
I have another crazy day tomorrow, with the race, a shop, dancing at a wedding, and then going to another wedding reception that night. (!) But that is the last overscheduled day I have until the end of the year (excluding Thanksgiving, which shouldnít be too bad except I want to run a 5k that morning.)
My old boss called me yesterday to talk about running. He warned me not to get too obsessed. TOO LATE, I thought. But Iím trying to keep them to about 2-3 a month, rather than the two per weekend I originally planned. Life shouldnít be a support system for running; it should work the other way around.
Tonight is Pizza Night, a fact Little Bear starts celebrating on Thursday afternoons. (A childís sense of time is uncanny. If he canít read the calendar, how does he know what day it is???) He gets slightly less than one 3-inch square piece of pizza, and really seems less interested in the pizza than he is the pomp and circumstances surrounding Daddy bringing it home. Heíll trade pizza for stewed carrots if you ask him. Are we blessed or what?