When I picked Sophie up from daycare today, CDG wished us good luck this weekend. I know he was talking about the actual races on Sunday, but I was secretly thinking to myself that we needed more luck just getting out the door. On time. You know, so we wouldn’t be arriving in St. Paul at 2AM.
I really shouldn’t bitch about such things here, so I won’t tell you that the reason I have time to write this post is because I’m still sitting at 8PM at home waiting for a certain person to arrive, who promised he’d get out early this afternoon.
Times like these require me to remind myself to breathe and oh, be grateful that he’s still alive, that I am lucky enough to be with someone whom I do indeed have to wait on all of the time from time to time. Because some people aren’t so lucky. But I hate that it’s this hard to remember such things.
I suppose I should really be using the time to myself (with a sleeping baby to boot!) to think about the race this weekend. I’ve already decided that I’m not going to participate unless I’m feeling 100%. I’m still really very, very sore from my first time out on the ice on Tuesday night (can we say OLD?) and I don’t know if it’s the whole GOING THROUGH CHILDBIRTH thing or what, but I’m feeling less and less like I’ve got anything to prove to anyone. I guess there’s MYSELF, but my life will definitely go on if I don’t end up finishing a ten mile race and am out $65. If that happens, I will chalk it up to a learning experience, that trying to train for any race of substantial length a handful of months after giving birth is, well, fucking crazy ambitious. And between the feeling tired all of the time to the totally new lifestyle change to some days just not feeling like doing much more than sleeping on the couch with the baby on your chest — well, getting training runs in your “free time” (ha!) just doesn’t rate too high in the priorities.
I will say that whether I attempt the early race or not, I am looking forward to possibly watching the elite runners finish the marathon. I’ve participated in quite a few of these things but I’ve never actually WATCHED one. So there’s that. And the whole being able to walk up and down stairs like a normal human being benefit of not going the 26.2.
Hey, this might actually be a fun weekend! Now, if we can only get out the door…
