Napping

does not count as exercise.

But napping after 9 miles and strawberry picking sure does.

I was up bright and early dragged my sorry butt out of bed for my 9 mile run. For some reason I wasn’t heading into this run with my usual enthusiasm or even my occasional ‘just shut up and get it done’ attitude. I was dreading it. I don’t know why. It could have been the bit of a scare Thing 1 threw our way when he didn’t come home after work, and by the time I noticed (2am because I had fallen asleep), he still wasn’t home and neither was the car and he wasn’t answering texts or emails. Seriously, I’m sure every parent goes through this with their new-ish drivers.  The “find my iphone” hadn’t been set up for him, but then I logged into our verizon account where I was able to see the cell numbers of the last texts he had sent, and thankfully one of his friends responded.  And then he did. All was good (for at least that moment in time. There was hell to pay in the morning).

Anyway, I’m at the age where it’s really tough to fall back to sleep after waking at 2am. I considered heading out at 3ish, but wasn’t sure I knew where my reflective stuff was, so I resigned myself to tossing and turning until 6. Which I accomplished handily.

Back to the dread:

It couldn’t have been the weather–it was perfectly cool and bright. And it couldn’t have been poor fueling–I had a great Saturday night dinner of pad thai. I even had a new kit to break in:

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I LOVE these shorts–they’re Moving Comfort, and I think the seam lines are perfect! The wider bit of yellow is actually mesh. There’s a back pocket that fits my phone. But it comes with that crazy “never-ending” drawstring, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out that’s supposed to work.  The shirt is from Lululemon, which I hate to admit because their CEO is just about as appealing a person as the Abercrombie and Fitch CEO.

Anyways, the run wasn’t terrible. The nine miles went by without incident. My glutes are getting cranky, but I have a PT appointment coming up this week, so hopefully that will take care of everything.

I think I’m just over-thinking everything. I got my next month’s workout schedule from my coach, and I have two races (a 5k next Sunday and a 5m the Thursday after that), and he laid out some pretty aggressive goals for both those races. For my 5k, he suggested shooting for sub 26:00 and then a 43:30 for the 5 miler. Right now my 5k PR is just under 27:00 (26:45) and I’ve never run a 5 mile race before, although my 8k PR is 45:45:90. So these are HUGE goals. Both races are evening races, though, and a lot will depend on the potential head/humidity.  Maybe I’m subconsciously dreading my runs because both these goals are so lofty? And from my current vantage point, nearly impossible?  But to paraphrase Dimity McDowell of Another Mother Runner fame, attaining goals shouldn’t be a gimme–that’s why they’re goals (and scary, and rewarding–when reached).  So, I’m gonna shoot for the moon, and if I fall short, then I fall short and dust myself off and try again. It’s not like I’m Icarus or anything. Nothing really bad will come of it. But if I reach them, well, that’s a whole lot of personal awesome!

Back to my day: after my run, Things 2 and 3 and I took the Mister for breakfast at our fave creperie, where he had to pay because I only had one dollar in my wallet and I always (and conveniently) forget the joint is cash only.  Then Thing 3 and I buckled up for a sojourn to western Jersey for some strawberry picking.  We tried this last week, but there were no berries.  This week was better, but the combination of our horrific winter and a solid week of rain has not been kind to this wimpy fruit.

Here’s Thing 3 wondering if she’s got enough for a pie. No, sadly, she doesn’t.

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Mom, does, however.

The nap has come in handy–now I need to prep these berries and get them in the fridge and freezer for later use: some for a strawberry/rhubarb pie, some for later use in smoothies, some for a simple dessert topped with fresh whipped cream, some for strawberry shortcake.

Juneathon stats:

  • today’s miles: 9
  • total Juneathon miles: 60
  • total number trips to the strawberry farm: 2
  • total number of strawberries picked by Thing 3: 28

About onthelamb

a knitter, a runner, a mother, a reader.
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