Have you ever crammed a run into a day with no run time? Have you ever split your run into pieces around a schedule that could change at any moment? Have you ever done sprints on a treadmill while cooking dinner? If you’ve answered yes to any of those, you are probably a mom.
Yesterday, I got the pleasure of answering yes to all of them.
Shoo woke me up at about 5am, complaining of a headache, sore throat, and tummy ache. I comforted him and he went back to sleep. I made a mental note that he was likely to not make it to school and began mentally shifting my day around.
Then the puking began and my day got completely blown up. I had a conference call I needed to be on and a report I needed to finish for today. I had other work that needed doing. I wanted to run 5 miles. In the end, everything had to revolve around a little boy with an upset tummy.
Once Jones got home, I knew I could get some mileage in because he could call me if Shoo needed me. I managed two very interrupted miles. Then Shoo fell asleep. I ran a quick 8 minute mile. Three miles down, two to go.
Life got in the way and it was time to start dinner. But wait! The water needs to come to a boil. That’s a quick .5 miles on the ‘mill. OK things are cooking, run downstairs and run another quick half mile. Check everything, throw the stuffed peppers in the oven, knock out another half. Run upstairs, make sure everything is ok, and bam! another half done.
5.1 miles of “as fast as I could run” random intervals. Yet another day of running like a mother.