Ahhhhhmazing

Yesterday was all over a huge parenting Fail.  Which probably means it was less “kids” and more “mom” that was the issue.  Be that as it may, not the best day in my world.

By the time Berry Guy got home from work, Berry Boy was in his room on a “stay-there-until-you-can-stop-crying-and-pushing-your-brother” time-out, Berry Baby was trying to snag any “out-of-reach” things that he could with his little stool, and I was well on my way to Crazy.

Thankfully, Berry Guy loves me.

He volunteered to put the boys to bed if I would deliver some fruit to town.  And, since I was craving a run but dreading the treadmill, I threw on my running gear before leaving so that while I was there I could get in a quick run.  This was perfect for so many reasons – it was already 7pm and the sun sets just after that where we are, so running on the grid road at home wasn’t really an option.  However, town has streetlamps (smile) so it wouldn’t matter as much if it got dark before I was done.  Also, running a route in town provides a lot of twists and turns, as well as houses and buildings to provide a little wind break.  Running on my grid road means running straight North or straight South with no wind break.  It was a no-brainer.

I dropped the fruit off and hit the road with my iPod hooked in one ear so that I could groove out but still hear vehicles.  It was a little cold with the wind at first and I was wishing for an extra layer and a pair of mitts, but by the end of the first kilometre I was feeling fine.

I looped through the golf course and followed the 5km race route from the town fair day last year.  It was quite possibly the most perfect run I’ve had in a long time.  I didn’t stop, my hip didn’t hurt or feel *tweaky* – I just zoned out and ran.  It was bliss.

By the time I hit the last kilometre or so it was getting fairly dark, which I kind of love.  Running just feels different when it’s dark out – I’m not sure what it is exactly.  It was a perfect run in every way – my body felt strong, my iPod playlist was super, the roads were quiet, and I was able to work out all the frustration of the day.  When I got back to the house the boys were asleep and I got a great stretch in.

So thankful for runs like these (and husbands who help make them happen)

mmmmmmassage

Last week did not go so well with the running.  Monday I ran that 5miles that gave me the gift of hip and back pain for the rest of the week.  I did a very easy 2.5 miles on Thursday that actually seemed to help, and then an easy 5km run outside with a friend on Saturday. 

I probably should have stopped there for the week, but of course I didn’t.  I ran another easy-paced 3 miler outside on Sunday, and I think that’s where it started to go downhill again.  By the next morning (Monday) my back hurt as bad as it had the week before, so I called my physiotherapist to see if she had any openings for Tuesday morning.  She didn’t.  Then she asked if I could maybe meet her at 7:30am?  I am not a morning person at all, so I cringed a little and then I snatched that appointment up like it was a fresh glazed donut.  That’s how bad things were.

Tuesday morning bright and early, I met her at the clinic and she put my hip back straight and released a few *angry* spots.  I could finally sit without wanting to kill myself.  It was great.  I ran a very easy paced 3 miler later in the evening on the treadmill, and except for the fact that it was horrifyingly slow, it felt great.

Today I followed up with a massage.  Not the nice relaxation-type massage, but the “I-really-don’t-like-you-right-now-and-I’m-trying-not-to-swear-but-I’ll-thank-you-later” kind of massage.  I love those.  She found all kinds of little *areas* that were tight, like the bottom of my right foot, and the obvious spot on my lower back that  had been *angry* all week, and at least three spots in and around my shoulder blades.  My hip flexors were also extremely tight, which was no surprise, but she managed to get in there and they seemed to begin to loosen a little.

So I’m being good tonight and just letting everything settle.  Good is of course an extremely relative term here, as I may not be running but I am shovelling in Rolo Dibs faster than a half-naked toddler running away from the bathroom during potty training.

Confessions

I went to town this afternoon to pick up ground beef and chili beans for supper tonight.  I left the store with that, plus a Turtle Egg and a Rolo Egg and a container of Rolo Dibs.

In the five miles between the store and my house, I ate enough Rolo Dibs to make my tongue go numb.

I figured, buying the Dibs would be better than buying the actual Rolo Ice Cream.  At least I could count on the boys to help polish the Dibs off later…if I leave them any…

I make myself feel better by telling myself that I at least haven’t caved in and purchased what I *really* want.  Because then there would be no sharing at all.