Thanksgiving is here and so begins the craziest (and most expensive) time of year for our family. My son’s birthday is December 1, so we usually have his party the same weekend as Thanksgiving. This year I am also organizing my friend’s baby shower the following weekend. Then we’re hosting my husband’s administrative team Christmas party, then it’s our wedding anniversary, Christmas, New Year’s, our daughter’s birthday on January 6, and mine a month later, followed by Valentine’s Day a week after that. It all just blurs into a long wintery party with a million different reasons to eat and drink with abandon. Good times. With everything else so chaotic, running is the thread that doesn’t waver through this season. I’d take a run in the 30s over a run in the 60s any day. I love the cold, the fog, the stillness, the rain, and the time that is just for me to recenter and relax.
Sunday 11/22, 6 miles (7:51 pace) As I alluded to last week, I was considering a half-marathon today but decided against it. My head wasn’t in the game. Instead, I had another Sunday sunset run, no rain but a chilly 38 outside. I took the dog and he blasted out our first mile at 7:25 he was so excited to get out the door. The following two-miles of uphill slowed him down a bit. The moon came out while the clouds turned bright pink, and I was thankful I waited to run until tonight.
Monday 11/23, 5 miles (9:14 pace) 35 and foggy this morning and it took about 30 minutes to get an ear-warmer onto my two-year-old’s head. Her shrieking was matched by my resolve, and she finally accepted it. Maybe that’s why I was exhausted to begin with. Then pushing her plus what felt like 50 additional pounds of blankets to keep her warm didn’t help… Sigh. All the old ladies tell me that collicky infants who turn into “willful” toddlers will, in the end, turn into lovely teenagers, but that is still over decade away. And I’ll be 46. Oh. My. Gawd. The day ended well with me signing up for a half-marathon on my favorite running trail on March 5. I’ve never trained for a fast half before, but have only run them when I was already training for a full. This’ll be fun!
Tuesday 11/24, Full on rest day. I didn’t do anything today other than housework and sewing. Yes… sewing. I’m making a baby blanket for my friend. All hand-stitched. Call me Martha.
Wednesday 11/25 10 miles (8:07 pace) My little Yorkie Scout had a big PR today… 10 miles!! I’ve mentioned before that having a dog is way out my comfort zone. Today, however, watching Scout run his little heart out simply for the joy of it… Well, I am embarrassed to say that I love a dog. I do. so there.
Thursday 11/26, 4 miles (7:33 pace) Thanksgiving, and I am hosting 25 people. Got the run done fast, and had the turkey and fixings ready on time. Boom.
Friday 11/27, 10 miles (8:14 pace) My son is turning ten on Tuesday, and I don’t do Black Friday, so he and I had a run/bike date today. We talked, laughed, and raced the last mile (he won). It was just the two of us after his biological dad died, and it’s wonderful to have these times that are just us again. I asked him what he was most thankful for this year. His answer? “The Big Bang. Without that, there would just be nothing, so really, everyone should be thankful for it.” That’s my Kellen, who at age three said Santa couldn’t be real because it just “didn’t make sense,” and who, the following year declared the mall Santa was a “rip-off.” That was the same year that a pre-school classmate was telling him about Jesus and Heaven, and he started grilling her about how many light-years away Heaven was, exactly. When the girl told him Jesus made the Earth, he laughed and replied “Oh, no. I saw a show about that and a guy did NOT make the Earth.” Mr. Literal-as-hell who reads a TON. We had an 8-mile run/bike last summer where we debated the existence of parallel universes the entire hour. He believes they exist, I do not, and I could not sway him despite my skills of scientific persuasion and a Masters degree.
Saturday 11/28, 5 miles (8:33 pace) Recovery-style solo run in a frosty winter wonderland today. Mentally preparing for the birthday party tonight that includes a 5-boy sleepover… May the Force be with me.
Weekly total: 40 miles, next week’s goal is to push that up closer to 50.