This was my first real race that I trained for as a #motherrunner, 8.5 months postpartum. I think I've run this race 4 or 5 times now. My runner friend was all like, shoot for "1 hour 20 minutes!" That's my ten mile PR from way back when. Then he became a new dad and was all like "shoot for 1:40!". And I was all like, hey, try having a human cut out of your abdomen and get back to me.
In reality, it's hard to train with a kid, and two jobs - teaching, and I've recently been informed that blogging counts as a job. If screwing around on Facebook counts as a job, mark me down as triple employed.
One of my main problems is that my kid eats all my food, and drinks all my water.
|I love it when races fall the day after National Doughnut Day. #carbloading #cleanliving #goodparenting|
|Right, because I don't need to hydrate or anything. #greedy|
As much of a pain in the ass this child is, requiring sustenance and care and all, he did help me out a bit. He knew I would be busy coordinating and instagramming the perfect race outfit, so he read himself a bedtime story.
And helped out with some household chores.
|Nobody loves doing laundry. Suck it up, kid.|
The night before the race, my friend Ashley (we met through blogging, the best way) came up from Virginia to spend the night. We fired up the grill, and is there anything more adorable than a tiny burger for a baby?
|No, there is not.|
Ashley clearly read that internet list of what to do when visiting the almighty MOTHER. She watched my kid, did our dishes during bathtime, and brought these.
|She is officially welcome in my home any time.|
I hadn't run double digits since the Frozen Heart Trail race in February 2014 (and really a lot of that was walking through frozen wasteland), so while Ashley was all like "it's only ten miles", I was more like "I HAVE TO RUN TEN MILES".
Kara showed up around 6 on race morning, to drive us to the race in style. It was her birthday and she lives two hours away. That girl knows how to party. Team "I used to be faster" was now assembled (minus Ashley, she's still fast).
TMI #motherrunner warning. In addition to the problem of running a ten mile race being crazy, I had the worst clogged duct ever. I get them all the time but early last week I got the largest, most painful one yet. It was BAD. I tried to get it out all week and was kind of freaking out about running like that.
But, a miracle happened, and it turns out pumping in a goldfish filled minivan on the way to the race was the key.
|Race bib, nursing bib, pump, Garmin, CHECK.|
|If you are able to take a picture, you're not trying hard enough. Photo credit: me.|
|Making sure to highlight the skinniest angles.|
|Is there anything sexier a man can wear than a baby?|
|Love of my life.|
|Nope, not pregnant, trust me on that one.|
Between the clogged duct disaster and being out of commission the whole rest of the day, I'm not sure I'll be signing up for any more races this summer. I definitely had fun though, and the jacket is sweet.
|Porch blogging selfie #suckitin|
What's the weirdest problem you've ever dealt with at a race?