Running the 5K

Running the 5K aka The Stupid Thing of the Day

I must be trying to kill my baby. I ran a 5K today. And it’s not like I’m some kind of athlete who runs three miles at the drop of a hat. I do run from time to time, and three miles isn’t going to kill me but I absolutely did not train for this race one little bit.

I signed up for it way before I knew I was pregnant with the idea that it would kick me into gear and get me running again. I have a friend who lost 30 pounds just because she up and decided to run every single race she came across. It’s a great way to get motivated. She’s so motivated she got me motivated just talking about it. So she signed me up too.

The day of the race got nearer and nearer and I didn’t have the motivation to train because I’ve been feeling pretty peaked but I didn’t have the guts to drop out either. So I decided to run it anyway. I mean there are all kinds of mothers who don’t even know they are pregnant yet and they’re doing drugs and smoking and who knows what else, and their babies survive. I figured I’d just take it slow. Worse case scenario, I walk the whole thing. That’s not going to kill me.

What I didn’t count on was that it was going to be fun! I didn’t count on feeling competitive with all the other women running. I didn’t count on the neighbors along the route playing inspirational music full blast and cheering me on. So many people were clapping and yelling out “Go 704! Go 704!” as I ran by, all red in the face. I couldn’t let them down. So I ran. I ran the whole dang thing and I didn’t puke once! I actually felt better than I have for days.

Near the end I kinda made a buddy with another girl. Both of us were running slow. She says, “Not bad for a Smoker, eh?” and I answered back “Not bad for being eight weeks pregnant either.” She gave me an incredulous look and asked me if my doctor knew I was doing this. Nope, I haven’t even seen a doctor yet. We discussed it for a good minute and both agreed that the baby would probably be okay. But I do fully intend to inquire about the 5K and the food poisoning and the 3rd degree sunburn and the cold/flu from hell. This poor baby is really getting a rough introduction into my life.

At the same time maybe this is a good start for my baby and my new role as a mother. I was so impressed by a few other mothers that were running with strollers. One mother had her five-year-old and eight-year-old running right along with her. In fact all three of them kicked my butt! I want to be that kind of mom. I want to be that mom running with a stroller. I want to run with my kids someday just like my dad used to run with me. It’s a great way to start life.

Hopefully, I haven’t ended this little life before it even gets a chance to start. I’m home now and I feel a bit tired and achy but the aches are in my legs just as much as they’re in my gut area so I think this baby is going to pull through. In fact I have these achy feeling all the time even before I ran. Every day I wake up and expect to miscarry and every day there’s no blood. We’re just hanging in there, this baby and me.

But seriously, I do intend to take it easy from now on. No more 5K’s.

Chapter Two in Boresville

Chapter Two in Boresville

I swore I wouldn’t let this happen. I’ve got a trillion things lined up in the future to be so excited about. Really, I do. Lets see, there’s my party TOMORROW!!!! Wooo Hooo!!!! A good friend’s crazy three day wedding extravaganza in Cambria the weekend after that and then…….. (drum roll here) I’m off to CHICAGO again to see my nieces for a few days and help throw the BEST TEA PARTY EVER for Rapunzel’s seventh birthday!!! So why am I glum and dumb? Why can’t I get back into the swing of things? The jet lag is over. I can’t use that as an excuse any more.

I really hate to say this, it goes against everything in my core but…. I kinda wish I had my old corporate job back just for a week or two (no longer!!!) just so I could sit at my desk and stare at my screen and work on autopilot. I really just want to zone out right now. Typing some mindless coupon mouse type sounds so appealing. What is wrong with me?!!!

It could be a few things. First off our house is getting painted! How about that! First day we wake up to water guns and a generator reverberating our teeth right out of our skull, the next day we wake up to metal ladders being lodged against the house and… HELLO! There’s a man looking at me not three inches away from my second story window! They taped up all the windows and cut off all our supply of fresh air. This was fine until about 3 pm in the afternoon WHEN OUR HOUSE TURNS INTO AN AFTERNOON SAUNA!!! We don’t have air conditioning of course. Oh my goodness I was so hot and sweaty and claustrophobic! Why oh why did I decide to stay inside when I had that last chance to go outside before they taped up our sliding glass door that is our only exit to the outside world!!!!???? I was going nuts.

Secondly my car has been in the shop. There is nothing like being trapped in your house AND knowing that if you did get out you couldn’t really go anywhere besides where you could walk. Which I did, believe me. As soon as the painters cut a little opening for me to escape, I was a bat out of hell. I tip toed down the stairs on the “not wet” side, clutching my new French flouncy skirt to my legs so it didn’t brush the banister and off I trotted to the… Library! (Oooh the excitement!)

Snore. I sat in the library chair reading a book I’ve wanted to catch up on and what do you know, I’m in direct eye view of the bank of computers that they offer the internet on. It’s a very small local library so really there was no where else to sit other than the tiny baby chairs in the kid’s section. Everything was fine until this creepy old man started looking at porn. Even though I coughed and tried to turn my pages loudly, he didn’t seem to care that I was RIGHT THERE LOOKING AT HIS PORN TOO! It’s not that the porn really bothered me but I kept thinking that maybe he was getting aroused and where were his hands and EWWWWW! This is gross! No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my book, I kept thinking about the creepy man and how he might be a horny rapist and follow me home. I know, I’m paranoid but sometimes you gotta trust your fear.

So I got up and sat in one of the tiny baby chairs in the kid’s section until they closed. It wasn’t that comfortable but it was better than porn and the creepy man. The library was only open for another 15 minutes anyway so I probably only sat in the small chairs for 10, making sure to leave long before the creepy old man. So that was that! How exciting! I wandered around my neighborhood and then finally returned to my freshly painted house. Guess what color it is? I didn’t know until yesterday either. Isn’t that funny to be inside your house and listening to all the ruckus of painting going on the walls around you and NOT KNOW what color they are painting!!!

It’s beige.

From a distance it looks kind of nice with our old white trim, BUT… we stopped to talk to our neighbors (they are getting the same kamikaze paint job too), to discuss our crazy landlady and how many times she has violated our privacy, and they informed us that she intends to paint our trim RED!!!!!! I love red. I do! But on my house!!!??!! A red door maybe. But red stairs and red window trim!!!! I’m freaking out! I can’t live in a house that looks like a candy bar wrapping! It’s also not a real red. I have no idea what kind of red it is but our neighbor said it’s not red red. So maybe it’s brick red or mauve or I don’t know… the possibilities are endless! The lengths my landlady goes to be completely unpredictable are boggling! If you could see her house (she only lives a few blocks away) it would explain some things. Remember the parent’s house in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” with all the statues and stuff? It’s a little like that. And she’s not even Greek. Oh yeah, and I’m having a party on Saturday and Leah is coming (!!!) and I really want to make a good impression!

Oh well. Love me, love my beige and red house, right? I shouldn’t get so caught up in appearances. Who knows, maybe it will be so wacky it will be fun. I am the one with the red refrigerator after all.

So that’s been my day. Not wanting to work. Hot sweaty claustrophobia. Porn paranoia at the Library. And then shock by color. Oh yeah and throw in some grocery shopping with the MIL (Mother-in-law not the nor-cal mother-in-law I went to Paris with. See my new cast of characters block at right and down a bit.) and finally getting my car out of the shop.

Snore.