You know how nervous I was about 18 miles on Sunday morning? So nervous that in my last post (Saturday night), I completely forgot about my 9.5-mile treadmill run on Thursday night. What a dork!
And that was a tricky run, too, because of Mr. T’s weird work hours last week. I had to hire a babysitter to put T Junior to bed and sit with him for a couple hours while I went to the gym. So the son of T Junior’s day care provider came over. He’s 13 and pretty mature, so I figured all would be well.
Well…I wasn’t even on the treadmill yet when I got the first text: T Junior fell and hit his head on his dresser. Do you have something I can put ice in?
Oh man! T Junior had been pretty wound up when the sitter came over. They’re buddies. I called him and told him where to find baggies and where the Boo-Boo Bunny (that T Junior HATES) was in the freezer.
I got started on the ‘mill and set the incline on 1.0 since some of you told me that it might help with the tightness I’ve been getting in my calves. Then I got another text about a mile into it: T Junior’s in bed, doesn’t seem too bothered by the bump on his head.
Okaaaaay. Stop. I can run and text outside but NOT on the treadmill. I texted him back.
Running again. A couple miles go by before I heard another beep: Ben (the puppy) went outside and went pee but then came in and had diarrhea on the floor. What do you want me to do.
Stop. I texted back: Get some toilet paper, pick it up and flush it in the potty. Then wash the floor with the Simple Green. It’s probably because he just had shots.
I paused too long and the treadmill turned off. Aw, horse-$hit. I did a lot of cussing under my breath and probably scared the man doing weight lifts while walking on the treadmill next to me.
Running again…for a minute. Text: Do you have a plunger? I think I plugged up the potty.
What?! I really don’t think a little puppy diarrhea can plug up the toilet, but whatever. I texted back: Just leave. We’ll get it when we get home.
Running again. I think I was at about 5 or 6 miles. My phone beeps again. Dude!
This time it was Mr. T: appointment canceled again…coming home. Thank goodness!
Running again. I was trying to do math in my head because the treadmill had stopped at a weird distance when it was paused and then I ran through the 5-minute cooldown to get to 65 minutes and then had to start it again.
Finally, I stopped at a random mileage thinking I’d done 9 miles, but when I added up all the distances (I kept track of what they were in the notepad section of my phone), I discovered I’d actually gone 9.5 miles.
Sheesh. What a workout.
(And for the record, I lost a pound this week, so that big software company in Redmond is off the hook.)
Great post. I felt the herky-jerky run you must have had.Boo-Boo Bunny?? Do they make those for runners?
That's quite the eventful run. I need a Boo-Boo Bunny!I'm looking forward to hearing about your 18-miler!
Your 18-miler will be a snap after that run!Love Boo-Boo Bunny 🙂
That's a lot of distractions/interruptions. A Mom's work is never done!
you poor thing. I was laughing and crying with you. Really??? Come you should know how to clean up poop right? Glad everything worked out. Can't wait to hear about your 18 miles. GOOD LUCK!
Wowww that's awesome that you were able to finish your run with all those distractions! I can't imagine…. great job!
Man oh man! What a mess! I would have thrown in the towle at mile 3. I was laughing though! how could you forget about that run!? And Levi has a Boo Boo Bear! Love it! He hates it to though….kids. Great job getting through it!!! Awesome job on the -1 pound!!!
Awww, that's sucks! I hope it's better next time you go. I can't wait to hear about the 18 miler!
poor thing!! Sounds like the kid is pretty responsible though…just had a lot going on.
What a run. Sometimes us guys are such babies!
Geez louise. Not a relaxing run, was it? Ah well.