Puke is just one of the hidden joys of being a parent.
My kids rarely get sick with anything other than a sniffle, so I am pretty relaxed when D complains of a stomach ache in the middle of the night. That is, until I am awakened by the sound of puke at 1:30 a.m.
So I was on puke duty from 1:30 am to 5am. Needless to say, I am exhausted and D is home from school. He’s bummed – it means no football practice tonight.
R is staying home with him this morning so I could come in to the office and get some stuff done; I’ll be home in the afternoon. I’ll just say it’s about FREAKING time he pick up some of the kid-related responsibilities. That is all I am going to say.
I got my run in last night – but I’m not sure how far it ended up being, but my guess is about 3ish miles – maybe a smidge more. I was supposed to have bunco last night, but it got canceled, so I took advantage of the fact that R had already arranged his schedule to be home with the boys.
So I went to my meeting at D’s school; drove thru at Burger King for a Whopper Junior – no mayo – only 7 WW points ;) – then headed to the gym to change clothes and took off.
It was still hot at 7:45 ish when I started running – probably close to 100 still. But no sun, which is definitely a plus.
It started out a pretty crappy run, but ended up okay.
I forgot how much I really don’t like running at night, and I hadn’t done it in so long, that I made some stupid mistakes. First, I wore all BLACK. Black tank shirt, black running shorts. Thank God my shoes are white! Second, and Tewonda the Tri Goddess would be upset: I forgot my pepper spray!!!! There is something comfortable about running with that in my hand – and something very UNcomfortable about not having it.
Motivation and energy come in mysterious forms though- which I learned as I made a bad decision to run through the bus lane at D’s school, since I happened to be running around that area. Not sure bus lane is the right descriptor – but it’s the single lane where the buses park – closed in my chain link fence on side, and the block fences from a row of houses on the other. AND NO LIGHTS. Basically, once you get in there, there is no way out until you reach the other end. Like a tunnel, only open on the top.
This thought occurred to me as I was about ¼ of the way down the lane – which is probably only about 1/8 of a mile or so – but really didn’t sink in until a car turned in behind me.
Not sure what the heck I would have done had the car stopped – I didn’t have my pepper spray to go all Tewonda on them – so I am just thankful I wasn’t faced with that. As they passed, I kicked my tail in gear and sprinted like mad to get out of there. I won’t be running through there again any time soon!
So notes to self: don’t wear black at night, carry pepper spray and don’t run through the bus lanes. I am a smart chick – I learned my lessons!