I started running again on a Sunday last month. I'm a late-to-the-party runner to begin with. As if running is a party. For years and years my long 4.4 mile walk counted as my workout. I'm not saying it was insignificant, but these days I've ramped things up.
After visiting childhood family friends in Colorado in 2010, I tried running. If Mr. B, who was 80, was running, why couldn't I? Um, I thought I might die. I stuck with it though and eventually got to the point where I ran my entire 4.4 route. It wasn't pretty, but I was running that route almost every day.
Eventually I couldn't run anymore. It hurt my sciatica among other things. My slow, cringe-worthy run might've hurt innocent bystanders visually, the awful eyesore that it was. No one ever asked me if I needed help - even though I'm sure they wondered it.
When I quit running, I started doing more strength and cardio classes in combination with my walking route. I felt I was covering all the bases.
I decided to give running another go. Not 'go' as in fast, smooth, and graceful. 'Go' as in, running (using the term loosely) a 10:13 minute mile. (I walk a mile in 13.5 minutes). My kids swear I'm faster at walking than running, but Nike Run Club app on my phone doesn't lie.
Guess what? I ran two miles on Sunday and walked the rest of my route. I hope to work my way up to being able to run the whole thing. Sciatica be damned.
The next day, I was blown away by how sore I was. How could this be? I do jumping lunges, burpees, plank jacks, knee drives, and everything in between. I was shocked that there were some muscle groups that had been taking a break and not engaging, apparently celebrating for the last few years: NO MORE RUNNING. HOORAY. LET'S RELAX.
One day later that week, my kids were scheduled to be in person learning. I expected to be here alone with my charges. In the morning, I saw a text from Mini saying she was having a hard time sleeping. She didn't want to be woken up for school. She'd sleep till 8 and e-learn at home. A good option to have.
I did my FB workout before the tots got dropped off. Took a quick shower. Then I started thinking. Since Mini is home, I COULD put the three morning nappers down for a nap and leave Mini with the two year olds . I could run 2 miles in 20 minutes.
Mini was on board. I got ready - excited to make those same muscles work again so they didn't have time to go back in relax mode.
As I was leaving, I got a text from a guy who was coming to measure for blinds/shades in a couple of rooms. He'd arrive in an hour. I was so confused. I thought he was coming on Wednesday. The state of my house. I can't even.
I knew without even looking that I'd have to create a walking path in Tank and Reg's room. But I wanted to run - my muscles may not have bounced back but my need-to-run was already kicking in. "I'll have time to make the house almost presentable after my run." Priorities.
I grabbed workout clothes from my room and left my real clothes in the upstairs hall so I wouldn't interrupt the twins nap when I changed before Mr. Blinds arrived.
I'm not sure what was more exhausting the run or my dash through the house picking up clothes, books, shoes, and dishes from the stairs, the front hall, the upstairs hall, every surface in the kitchen and dear God Tank and Reg's room. I stripped off my sweaty clothes, wiped off my sweat and got re-dressed, messed with my hair and the doorbell rang.
|These are not photos from that day. I was too busy to take pics.|
|These are stock photos: as in, photos that I stock. I'm never low on shots of messy rooms. This is NOT the boy room that I needed to clear a path in, but it's the same concept.|
It wasn't until a few hours later that I realized that the reason the guy was here was because IT WAS IN FACT WEDNESDAY.
This was also the day Curly had an ortho appointment. And I knew that. So all was just fine, right? I boggled that too. Forgot to tell her she had to leave school a few minutes early and I failed to let Coach know where he was picking her up for the appointment: home or school. Remember when kids were at school during school hours? Now, who knows?
How neat does your house have to be to accept a guy to measure stuff? Are some of you lucky enough to never bat an eye - the house is always in WELCOME TO MY ABODE mode? Anyone else still messing up the days of the week?