You know how you just fall into bed and practically go to sleep wherever and however you landed?
That was me last night at about 10:45. Yet, somehow, I set the alarm clock for 6 a.m.
I can get up and run my 1.5-miler before Mom and B. wake up and want their Starbucks.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. But when my eyes opened to the sound of KIRO, and I looked over at the big red 6:00, that changed.
I must be crazy. There really must be something wrong with me.
I dug deep and found the strength to stand. To shuffle to the bathroom. To brush my teeth. To pick up Wednesday’s sports bra and put it on (I know, gross, but true). To step into the gauchos. To make a pony tail and slide on a headband. To wash my fa…
What’s that noise? Is it running water? It sounds like an electric shaver or something.
Well, whatever the electronic humming sound coming from the other side of the wall was, it meant someone else was up. I quickly found some white athletic socks and a shirt, finished getting ready and walked out into the hallway.
The door to the guest bedroom was open a crack and I heard the TV. The noise from the bathroom had stopped. I tapped on the door, also open a little.
I peeked in. She was brushing her California blond hair with a round bristle brush and looking at me in the mirror. The hairdryer was next to the sink. She was dressed and ready for the day.
Oh. My. God.
“I was wondering what that noise was. Um, are you guys gonna go get coffee now?”
“In a few minutes, yeah.”
“Um, I was gonna go for a run. I can’t go if you guys leave. It’s just 1-and-a-half miles. It should only take me 20-30 minutes.”
It was decided they could wait for me to run. Thank goodness, because please don’t tell me I got up this early for no reason!
Mom shooed me with the backs of her hands. “Go. Go. Run like the wind.”
A very, very slow wind.
I ended up cutting the run to 17 minutes (plus a 3-minute walking warm-up) in my neighborhood. Mapmyrun.com says it was 1.36 miles. Close enough. Especially since I felt bad holding everyone up back home.
When I returned, I went up the stairs and heard T Junior cry out a couple times. It was a little early for him, but only by about 15 minutes. We decided to walk to coffee, too.
He got to wear his blue football fleece feety jammies in the BOB. He got to sit in a chair like a big boy (who wears pajamas in public) at Starbucks.
Later, after T Junior’s morning nap, we took Mom and B. to downtown Seattle where we walked and walked and walked some more all around Pike Place Market and the waterfront. So, I didn’t feel too bad about eating all of the fish in my fish and chips from Fisherman’s.
Tomorrow, I am supposed to run 3 miles. I’m planning on doing it during T Junior’s morning nap because, obviously, 6 a.m. is not early for my houseguests.