Two Year Old BOY. No Wonder I Run.

I don't know how many times I've tried to sneak a few minutes this week to write down some of my thoughts in a coherent post.  But just as I start to get a flow going and get some of that Runninghood mojo flowin', my writing wheels come to a screeching halt by 


one 
wild, 
full of life, 
ready to take on the world, 
LOUD, 
Always-HUNGRY

Demanding, 
binky-loving, 
purse-wearing,

penis grabbing, 
mischief-making, 
potty mouth,
spark-in-his-eye,
gum swiping (and swallowing),
lipstick borrowing,

Yep, that would be lipstick (MY Lipstick) on his face.

too smart for his own good,
flash of 


TWO YEAR OLD BOY!!


He starts his day with a BANG and he doesn't slow down until he crashes somewhere. Or into something.  This is usually at night but since his nap boycott, we've found him once or twice passed out...almost as if he were frozen in his action. 

Gosh, I love this little guy.
But
I
AM
TIRED!


So Tired.  


And Humbled Daily by this child that seems to push every last button and tap into every last bit of energy that I have.  This two-year old boy train is a way different ride than the two-year old girl train was.  And combining it with the four-year old emotional girl train...well, woooo weeee!  I need my marathon training just to keep me SANE.  But it really isn't working because on any given day, I'm pretty CRAZY.  
Nuts
Pulling my hair out.
THAT MOM with crap all over her face and shirt,
You know, the one that can't control her kid in the store.
The mom that is basically wearing a sign that says "Do as I say not as I Do" since she is yelling at her kid to stop yelling and use an inside voice. 

The mom that has obviously run out of tricks about a week ago or just too tired to use them and now just tries desperately to convince her toddler and everyone else that she really is the one in control even if she doesn't believe it. 
  
Yep, that's me. 


But life is still good.  Just busy.  My bundle of boy blesses me greatly and, as all my children do, teaches me about myself and all the riches that life has to offer.  I wouldn't trade my days with him for all the money in the world. 


I love you my sweet boy.   Thank you for adding color to my life.  You are a blessing.  

This was my bear when I was a little girl.  

Running
On a running note, things are still on the slow side since I'm trying to go easy until my abdominal and hamstring strains are better.  I ran 50 miles this week and took today off completely so hopefully tomorrow's long run will go well. I did have a fairly strong threshold workout this week and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself running faster than I thought without pain.  Wahoo! For now, I've been logging my workouts in my running journal.  I've been pretty emotional lately and it has been nice to just keep my training and my feelings in a personal place until I can figure out something like Running Ahead or Daily Mile without it turning into another form of social media or more reasons to be on the computer.  Less computer time is better for me so for now my running journal is serving me well.  I will post training on here too.  

• I hope to get back to 60-70 miles per week either next week or the week after depending on how my strains heal up.  
• I want to take more time for strength work.  Definitely core work like planks, push-ups, scissors, etc.  but also some leg and arm work. 
• Trying to balance outside running with treadmill.  If the weather continues to be as lovely as it has been, I won't have a problem with this.  
• I am really regretting the trip to the grocery store last night.  Note to self:  Next time you need tampons at 10:00 at night you should probably send your husband.  A tired, hungry, hormonal, PMS laden woman has NO business in a quiet kid-free grocery store.  She will surely come home with more than just a box of tampons.  She might just bring home a large bag of salt and vinegar potato chips, some Twix bars, gummy bears and cheetos (crunchy of course) and she will probably eat almost every last bit of them before bed and then feel like crap the next day.  Pretty sure that this is NOT the kind of fueling and recovery Raina was talking about in THIS GREAT POST.  

More on running next time.  

Yesterday was a sunshine, blue skies, Colorado-feelin', happy feet kind of day for a run.  

I found a new hill for short hill sprints if I ever pick those up like my plan calls for.  

Amanda