Have Mercy

Good news!

I got to go visit my new nephew, Harrison yesterday! My sister took him to visit my grandmother, who lives almost exactly halfway in between us. 6 hours in the car round trip for 5 hours of baby/family time? Worth it!

I'd pretty much do anything to spend a day with these two.

This means that my normal chatter about running will be made infinitely more interesting by infusing it with random unrelated adorable baby pictures. Also, I'm pleased the report that between the two of us, the baby did the most crying this time.

"I think, therefore I am"

 I'm a big believer in the jinx, so I'm not going to say that my Achilles is healed, but I did run the past four days and haven't had any problems (knock on wood). Well, any problems with the Achilles.

Going back to work after my first actual summer off has been a little rough. Going from spending my days sitting on my ass to spending my days on my feet changing the world one adorable little pumpkin at a time is a big shift. 

He gave me the side-eye when I tried to teach him the alphabet.

I also underestimated how much I would miss the ability to pee at will. My classroom has hovered around 90 degrees and I spend the day talking, but I avoid water at all costs because I don't need any extra challenges, and "trying not to pee my pants" is a pretty big one. As a result, I come home each night a dehydrated, sweaty mess, pretty similar to how I return from runs. 

Lastly, it's a lot harder to run when I practically need the jaws of life to drag myself out of bed in the 4am hour. In the summer I blissfully slept as long as I wanted and only deigned to run when I felt fully and completely rested.

So basically that was three paragraphs with excuses for why I'm so slow. Here's a little recap.

Thursday: 6 miles, 10:33 pace

Friday:  10 mile, 9:53 pace

Saturday: 7 miles, 9:14 pace

Sunday: 10 miles, 10:04 pace 

Harrison is not impressed.

I didn't do a long run this week. I was all ready to do it on Saturday before my trip, and then my alarm went off at 3:15 am. I was about to get up when it occurred to me that I had no plans on Monday, and I could do my long run at a normal people time then. That would even give me the additional benefit of not being sleep deprived and risking my life on the drive. 

So I did this for 3 more hours.

I sure as hell am not in the habit of watching 7 minute videos of other people's grandmothers, but just go to the 6:15 mark and you will laugh, I promise.

Sunday morning I met Lily downtown for a 10 miler before my last long 5K coaching workout at 8:30. Then I went straight to work. Sounds gross, but it's really not when you change clothes and take a whore's bath with bubble gum scented wipes.

Plus, a girl came in and was all embarrassed because she came straight from the gym and was sweaty so I was all "don't worry, I ran 10 miles before I came here!" and then she felt right at home and bought shoes. It was really a selfless act to help the customers. 

Eric and I are headed to San Francisco for a wedding this weekend. He's had to work every night this weekend, so I've used the alone time to do important research for our trip.

Uncle Jesse can stand in for my husband any time.

Unfortunately, I forgot how sad the first season is, and immediately ended up doing some Stepmom level crying with no tissues around. I'm not ashamed to admit that this wasn't the first time I made this mistake.

What movie/TV show is guaranteed to make you cry? 

I cry at so, so many things but one random one that always gets me is the last Sex and the City episode when Miranda is giving her mother in law a bath. I'm tearing up just typing it. I catch the rerun on the style network and sob probably once a week. 

If you've been to San Francisco, what should we do there?