Only a really short run today. It wasn't going to be, but I felt just too tired to run again this afternoon, and with a busy evening, there wasn't time for it otherwise.
Well, when I say there wasn't time... actually... there was. I just didn't feel up to it. So, I didn't. The months of little sleep have well and truly caught up with me! Which leaves me listening to my body and collapsing in a heap for an old lady nap in the afternoon rather than pushing through it. The run I did in the morning was just running my littlest to school. Although it's short, it does involve a couple of hundred feet of climbing and that definitely works the legs in a morning.
This morning, I also had the pleasure of carrying part of my daughter's lunch with me... and my son's lunch... and her jumper... and... and... and. All the stuff that was 'too heavy' for them to carry, but apparently fine for me to run with. The problem is that my running back is great for light stuff... however, it doesn't quite fit tightly enough to my body and even with the straps done up fully, there's a bit of jiggle space kicking around. When you have something heavy in the bag, that means it's a-rockin' to and fro... and drives you just a bit crackers! It was so nice to get to school, get rid of their stuff... and then run home, light and free!
Also didn't do a Sweatshop run this evening as I had a meeting about the next sessions we're going to run with Notts Women Runners. It's really exciting to be part of it and the potential of getting all those women running is huge! The other thing that's good is having somewhere to point our current beginner runners so we don't just abandon them the moment they get into running and form a community. Can't wait to get advertising and see what happens!!
Right. Bed. Insomnia... here I come! *yawns*
Showing posts with label school run. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school run. Show all posts
Thursday, 12 February 2015
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Runstreak Day #430 - the school run chaos...
Run one of today's 3-course menu of running delight for day 430... done. And you can't beat a good epic sockage moment to start the day either. What is slightly less epic is the chaos of a school run-run. Now, it didn't matter too much that we left slightly later than normal as it doesn't take us as long when I'm running and my littlest is on his scooter. So, that was okay. My daughter had gone on ahead as she walks to school (she's 11 so loves being a bit more independent!) and once she's gone, we don't normally see her.
Today, we did. We got to the park and done the first bit of the big hill with Boysie chatting away about Lego, things with wheels and stuff that explodes (standard fare)... and there she was, dawdling away. La la laaaa... no rush getting to school... la la laaaa. Well, I say to her 'get a wriggle on because you're going to be late' and leave her to it (the joy of attempting to foster independence!). We carry on running and scooting to the top of the hill, I check that she's still behind me and in sight - she is... and we carry on down the hill. At the bottom of the hill, there's her friend that she normally walks with, who's obviously given up waiting for The Girl and is heading to school. I tell her that if she just walks a little bit up the hill, she'll meet The Girl.
And we scoot and run into school with about 5 minutes to spare. Job done. I say goodbye to Boysie, turn round and run back up the hill. There's The Girl's friend. With no The Girl. My heart exits my trainers. My pelvic floor is tested to the extreme. Where is The Girl??? Friend of The Girl says she never saw her when she walked up the hill... but that's impossible as she was only a little way behind us. I attempt to not panic and run my little legs off and back up the hill. No sign of her on the first bit of the hill. She could have been kidnapped. She'll be on the front page of the newspaper. Why did I trust her? I should have stayed with her. What about those guys with the dogs in the park... what have they done... and... and... and...
I turn the corner and nothing. Then... there she is. The Girl is still on the other side of the road and hasn't even crossed over yet.
Her dawdling has reached professional levels and I am so relieved my maternal nagging gene doesn't even kick in.
I attempt a slightly high-pitched but jolly 'oh there you are, we'd better hurry up', get her hand and run her the half mile back down the hill to school. As fast as my daughter has ever run! We get to school, only a few minutes late (and since my husband works in the school office, officially not late at all - tee hee!)...
And internally I collapse in a heap. Then run home for not one but two cups of tea.
The epic socks have brought with them maternal super powers!
School run again later? And another run with my beginners this evening. Well... why not... :)
Today, we did. We got to the park and done the first bit of the big hill with Boysie chatting away about Lego, things with wheels and stuff that explodes (standard fare)... and there she was, dawdling away. La la laaaa... no rush getting to school... la la laaaa. Well, I say to her 'get a wriggle on because you're going to be late' and leave her to it (the joy of attempting to foster independence!). We carry on running and scooting to the top of the hill, I check that she's still behind me and in sight - she is... and we carry on down the hill. At the bottom of the hill, there's her friend that she normally walks with, who's obviously given up waiting for The Girl and is heading to school. I tell her that if she just walks a little bit up the hill, she'll meet The Girl.
And we scoot and run into school with about 5 minutes to spare. Job done. I say goodbye to Boysie, turn round and run back up the hill. There's The Girl's friend. With no The Girl. My heart exits my trainers. My pelvic floor is tested to the extreme. Where is The Girl??? Friend of The Girl says she never saw her when she walked up the hill... but that's impossible as she was only a little way behind us. I attempt to not panic and run my little legs off and back up the hill. No sign of her on the first bit of the hill. She could have been kidnapped. She'll be on the front page of the newspaper. Why did I trust her? I should have stayed with her. What about those guys with the dogs in the park... what have they done... and... and... and...
I turn the corner and nothing. Then... there she is. The Girl is still on the other side of the road and hasn't even crossed over yet.
Her dawdling has reached professional levels and I am so relieved my maternal nagging gene doesn't even kick in.
I attempt a slightly high-pitched but jolly 'oh there you are, we'd better hurry up', get her hand and run her the half mile back down the hill to school. As fast as my daughter has ever run! We get to school, only a few minutes late (and since my husband works in the school office, officially not late at all - tee hee!)...
And internally I collapse in a heap. Then run home for not one but two cups of tea.
The epic socks have brought with them maternal super powers!
School run again later? And another run with my beginners this evening. Well... why not... :)
Friday, 23 January 2015
Runstreak Day #419 - running the school run
I have a new first! Yup... 419 days into my running streak I did the school run. Literally.
Today has been a busy day and I was struggling to see where I'd fit in a run before my physio appointment at 5:15. Plus, I hate going for a run after physio because inevitably... it hurts!
So, I decided that if I left to pick up my littlest from school twenty minutes earlier than normal, I could squeeze in a nice run before getting him. And that's exactly what I did. Was even organised enough to put a zip-up hoodie into my running bag (bought one the other day after having enough of attempting to run with non-running bags!!) as well as a bobble hat for the 'standing around waiting at school' bit. Get me! Organised to the max! :o)
The run itself wasn't particularly planned other than at some point there would be hills because the kids' school is up a big hill and down a big hill. I had a vague 5k-ish route in mind which would flatten the hills as much as poss... and off I set. At about two miles in, I was almost all of the way up a VERY steep hill when I spotted that a truck was blocking the path completely. Aaaaargh! Having to cross the road and then cross back up hill while attempting not to die as the workmen blatantly stared at my puny efforts... well, that nearly tipped me over the hilly edge! My legs felt like jelly. By the time I got to school, I had a proper sweat on.
Then, I had the task of waiting, whilst looking like a crazy sweaty, stinky mess. RMR socks in full effect. I have never felt more lovely. Oh, and don't sit down on a step whilst waiting. Because when you stand up again, an embarrassing peach-shaped sweat mark will show where your bum has been parked. *blush*
On the other hand, running the mile and a bit home again with my son scooting along beside me up another hill in front of the rest of the parents? That earns extra parent-kudos points if you're an 8 year old boy. And so, even though running the school run isn't especially glam, my littlest is insistent that we do it again!
Is it tea o'clock? I believe it just might be. :D
Today has been a busy day and I was struggling to see where I'd fit in a run before my physio appointment at 5:15. Plus, I hate going for a run after physio because inevitably... it hurts!
So, I decided that if I left to pick up my littlest from school twenty minutes earlier than normal, I could squeeze in a nice run before getting him. And that's exactly what I did. Was even organised enough to put a zip-up hoodie into my running bag (bought one the other day after having enough of attempting to run with non-running bags!!) as well as a bobble hat for the 'standing around waiting at school' bit. Get me! Organised to the max! :o)
The run itself wasn't particularly planned other than at some point there would be hills because the kids' school is up a big hill and down a big hill. I had a vague 5k-ish route in mind which would flatten the hills as much as poss... and off I set. At about two miles in, I was almost all of the way up a VERY steep hill when I spotted that a truck was blocking the path completely. Aaaaargh! Having to cross the road and then cross back up hill while attempting not to die as the workmen blatantly stared at my puny efforts... well, that nearly tipped me over the hilly edge! My legs felt like jelly. By the time I got to school, I had a proper sweat on.
Then, I had the task of waiting, whilst looking like a crazy sweaty, stinky mess. RMR socks in full effect. I have never felt more lovely. Oh, and don't sit down on a step whilst waiting. Because when you stand up again, an embarrassing peach-shaped sweat mark will show where your bum has been parked. *blush*
On the other hand, running the mile and a bit home again with my son scooting along beside me up another hill in front of the rest of the parents? That earns extra parent-kudos points if you're an 8 year old boy. And so, even though running the school run isn't especially glam, my littlest is insistent that we do it again!
Is it tea o'clock? I believe it just might be. :D
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