When the weather is hot, my youngest can not cope. Today was more walking than running. I might have mentioned to him that it was called running club, and not walking club, but I’m not sure it made an impression. And most of his T-Ball team (that I coached) was there and was under the mistaken impression that I was in charge. I had several surrogate children today following me around. I tried to push son #2 like my Dad used to push me (setting goals- ok we run until we get to THERE) but his stamina was extremely poor. My Dad used to taunt me though. I didn’t do that. I used to get the “You got be tough! You gotta be made of steel!” And many other anti-wimp speeches. Also unless there is copious amounts of blood requiring more than 10 stitches or a broken bone, you’ll get no sympathy from my dad. I can remember him making me swim when I was puking and had 102 fever. Of course, he didn’t know I had the fever until my mom got there and put a stop to it, but shouldn’t the puke have been enough? I did swim a best time that day that I couldn’t touch for more than a year though. I guess there comes a point when you feel so bad, pain is irrelevant.
There were numerous shouts of “MOOOOOOOOoooooommmmmm WAAAAAAAaaaaaalllllllkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!” So then I tried running backwards, in circles around him, and back and forth wind sprints to which he howled “Moooommmmmmm YOU’RE RUNNING EXTRAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” So until these kids get up some stamina, I’m not going to be able to count on running club for my cardio. Basically it’s just knee and back abuse with the added bonus of howling children. I am happy to report that there were plenty more mothers out there running today for at least part of the time. I saw one dad walking around in running shoes. I think he wanted people to THINK he was running. But I was running behind his daughter and he most certainly was NOT running. Lots of talking on the phone and sitting. Faker.
I think I need to go ice my knee now. It seems to have objected to the whole idea of running club…..
September 27, 2006 at 7:11 am
I don’t handle heat well at all. I have no proof of this, but I think it is related to the whole AD/HD thing. Doctors are always having me get my thyroid tested. I live by myself and keep the apartment at 69. Anything above 73-75 and I get sluggish. Pass 80 and I get angry. I start yelling at inanimate objects and I can’t still for more than 15 seconds.
September 27, 2006 at 1:41 pm
So what is it that you say to the inanimate objects? >:D Get the hell out of my way, I’m hot!? Sorry couldn’t resist after the purple panties remark.
I want to put you and son #1 together in a hot room and see what happens. >:D It’d be like watching popcorn pop.
September 28, 2006 at 6:10 am
What’s wrong with my purple panties?!? And Steve told me it was our secret!!
And no I don’t yell, “Get the hell out of my way, I’m hot!” to inanimate objects… I do that at the clubs on the way to the dance floor. :-p
September 28, 2006 at 11:52 am
lol! I miss you being around to shake things up. LOL! I’m sending you a purple banana hammock for Christmas.