I wished Mel (Tall Mom on the Run) would cancel our lunch run on me yesterday. It was dumping rain outside. I kept checking my text messages, hoping to see: “Let’s go tomorrow,” or “I forgot I have a meeting,” or something like that, but no. I went and changed and just before I headed out the door, I checked my e-mail. But, no. Not really a surprise, though. Mel’s not the type to cancel a run. Darn her.
Of course, I was glad we went. The rain — even though it was big, fat, hard rain — felt refreshing.
The thing with running in the rain is that you have to give up control to it. You can’t stay dry. It’s impossible. You’re makeup’s going to wash off, you’re hair will be soaked. There’s just nothing you can do about it…and sometimes that feels good; to just let go.
Plus, it was fun to have some laughs with my friend. Our conversations are always funny because one minute we’re talking about a serious issue and the next minute we’re making fun of reality TV, in addition to all the usual running stuff like, “What race should we run next?”
Back at work, after about 3.5 miles, I had to stand in the bathroom and drip dry for a few minutes. My clothes felt like I’d submerged them in the washer.
Tonight, I needed a run real bad. I was home all day with T Junior, and I know I’m going to sound horrible when I say this, but…I’m just not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom. Maybe if I had a little break in the middle of the day or something (I had to stay close to email since I was working from home, which — ha! — with a child is impossible). I love T Junior, I just want to have a thought without being interrupted. My mind never gets to rest. I don’t know how moms with more than one kid do it. I don’t know how my mom did it. I bow down to you.
Anyway, I knew I wasn’t going to get my run till the evening. After I read my little guy his books and tucked him in bed, I finished getting ready for my night run. I realized my watch was still dead (forgot to charge it after yesterday when I’d originally noticed it was dead), and my shoes were still really wet. But I had to go!
I used MapMyRun.com to see what my usual neighborhood route is — I thought I could remember, I was close: 2 miles. Then I got out my old shoes (without orthotics, but I knew I’d be going slower and shorter, so I felt it was okay), and I got Bennie’s glowing leash and hooked him up. No excuses, right?! That’s the mantra on this season’s The Biggest Loser, and I’m liking it.
I’m keeping this streak alive, yo. Two miles with The Benj. BTW – I’ve decided to try and do the exercise streak for the whole year. Word.