Not being chained to a training plan has many amazing side effects, the first of which that “Becky’s build-a-butt workshop” is finally starting to pay off as evidenced here by a candid shot Youngest took yesterday as I was frantically packing lunches for a school field trip.
Yesterday the boys and I loaded up the cooler and headed up to Santa Barbara for the Individual Event Championships track meet, where all of the top-ranked kids from the two leagues in our area come together and slog it out for one last race around the oval.
The single best thing that came out of my chiropractor visit yesterday was that I was reminded what my absolute dream job would be: columnist for Shouts and Murmurs.
I visited Youngest’s classroom today for a Mother’s Day Tea and Poetry reading. We were pampered with loads of attention and refined sugar. It was delightful.
Yesterday as I was noting how amazing it feels to run six miles per day do strength work and perform all of my other house and work-related duties without falling apart mentally or physically by 8:30 p.m., I had this idea that I might be on to something.
This week I will need to sleep in every single day just to recover from Youngest’s recent birthday party, never mind running or yoga.
First of all let us all heed this advice, which I am finding particularly problematic at the moment considering that just yesterday I had an official runner’s meltdown out on a trail where you could hear my hiccups and bawling for miles and miles.
I had to rush through my run, drills and strength work today to get over to the middle school for a twice-yearly event called “lunch on the lawn.” They invite the parents to “picnic” with their student while conversing awkwardly with other parents.
While I’ve been stressing about my little upcoming race, Youngest has taken up a new hobby.
Back in 2000 we went up to Northern California for a family reunion on MFP’s side. Oldest was three, his cousin about eight.