My Ass Might Be Dumb...

Yes, I made it out on my run last night! Yes, it hurt. First I had planned on a leisurely run from my house. Then my daughter texted me during the day and asked if we could go to the gym. I figured that would work, then I could spin for 30 minutes and run on the treadmill for 30 (a nice way to ease back in). So I pick up my son from daycare, get home at 5:30, and my daughter is passed out cold on the couch. Hmmm, I think she's lost her momentum (which she confirms when I ask her if she's ready to go).

So I decide to save the 40 minute road time to the gym, and run from home. Back to Plan A. To which my son responds with indignity and disgrace, "You said we could go to the gym! AND, you were going to get me a cheeseburger." He then buries his head in the couch, and cries. Ugh... I hear the little whisper "You don't have to run. Feed your starving child."

Ok, there's a compromise in there somewhere. No, we are not going to the gym tonight, but we can go tomorrow night. Have a snack, and when I get back from my run, I will take you to get a cheeseburger. You can ride your bike with me while I run, that will be fun! Does that sound ok? Teary eyes shake a head yes, and I am cleared for take off.

So I jog my first mile, navigating a five year old on a bike through traffic. Ha, the traffic really isn't traffic, just a few cars here and there. But there is a constant chatter, "Where are we going, Mama. Where do we turn, Mama. Do we need to turn here? Left or right? How far are we going, Mama? Let's go straight, Mama." OMG, kid... I'm dying here, quit talking already. One and quarter mile is all either one of us can take, and I run him home.

I finish out with 5.25 miles... and everything still hurts (especially my knees, which I've never had an issue with). I can't figure out what's happened to me, but I know I'll work through it. I did get a few chuckles in when I was finally able to get in the zone and daydream. I was thinking about the movies I watched Sunday. Jackie Brown (a Quentin Tarantino film) is hilarious, and really pretty good. The arms dealer is played by Samuel L. Jackson (Ordell), and at one point he says, "My ass might be dumb, but I ain't no dumbass!" I can use that line!