Here in Oregon we are into our Indian Summer. Meaning it is more than half way through September and we will have a high of 93° today. I couldn’t run early morning cause my husband had to work, I didn’t want to run tonight because I am getting up and running 8 miles in the early morning.
My four-year old had a soccer game at 10:45 this morning, so I decided to run to the game. I’d put the two-year old in the stroller and run the short 3 mile distance to the game. It’s actually less than 3 miles, but I added a loop to make it three miles. I figured if my kid could run around and play soccer, I could run to the game, right?
No big deal.
It’s 10 o’clock and I tell my husband I’d be leaving in a few minutes.
Husband: the game’s not till 10:45. You sure you want to leave this early. It’s only like 20 blocks.
Me: it’s actually just over 3 miles.
Husband: yeah, and at a 10 minute mile…
Me: I don’t run that
Husband: you should be under that
Me: uh…nope. I run a 11-12 minute mile, but I’ll have the stroller so it will be more like a 13 minute mile.
Husband: wow. you’re slow!
So it’s a good thing that after almost two decades I can spot his sarcastic wit, or my dear husband would have become my dearly departed husband!
I pack up and leave for the game. It’s hot, ok, it’s only like 80° but it is hot when the sun is beating down on you and you are running. The stroller is heavy and pulling to the left. Like bad. I had to stop about a quarter-mile into the run and adjust the front wheel. Then about 20 feet later I had to stop and take the front wheel off and put it on the other way.
That helped, somewhat, but it was still heavy! I swear my kid has gained 10 pounds in the last week.
I realized my ideal temperature to run in is between 60-70° preferably with out rain, or blaring sunshine and without pushing a stroller.
After about 40 minute, my husband calls me, but I don’t answer. I’m sure he was just wondering what field they were on, not where the hell I was.
We get there a few minutes late, watch the game, I talk to people and when I get back to the car I realize I am missing one lens of my sunglasses.
Yep. I just spent the whole time with one lens and I had no idea. I don’t even know when I lost it, but my husband said I didn’t have it at the game. Was I on my run like that? Did I say ‘hi, good morning’ to all those people like that?
*sigh*
Just. Keep. Running.
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