This morning I woke up, excited to run. So far its been pretty successful, with me feeling better each run. Everything was set for it, I set the girls in front of Dora, gave Allen a Pooh Bear sleeper to change Ava into, and everyone had had breakfast. Ava had a fever last night, so I was worried I wouldn’t go this morning, since I’d have to hover over her like a worrying Mother does. Its just nature. Feverish baby trumps run anytime (sorry guys.) Feverish baby trumps EVERYTHING! That being said, She had no fever this morning, so I went.
I felt awful.
After the first mile I was thinking
“Nobody would fault you for turning back, Ava wasn’t feeling well last night, and you got very little sleep. Turn back.”
“Yeah, but I would know. I can’t turn back. That is for sissies. I will go on. Going on takes GUTS.”
“Your calf is hurting…”
“Shut up, I’m keeping on.”
“You know, this is a long term sport, one run cut short won’t hurt…”
“Nope. I’m gonna be the little engine that could!! I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
*note to self, buy that book, read it to the kids. Its obviously got me this far…*
So, Rather than pulling a mile run, I got in almost 3! I am so proud. Its easy to keep going when you feel great! Its the days you feel like crap that its hard. And I stuck it out! This is setting a precedent. I knew I stuck it out once, so why can’t I do it again?
So I get home, And realize Ava’s Pooh Bear Sleeper is on backwards. Pooh’s face is on the back, and the snaps are in the front.
“Allen, why did you put that on backwards?”
“ITS BACKWARDS?! Oh. Thats why the feet fit her funny…”
“You didn’t think it was odd the snaps went that way and the character was on the back?”
“Well, I put Pooh on her butt, where it usually is!” And he began to snicker…
I love my husband!