The queen of all toddlers is taking a rare morning nap so I thought instead of doing anything constructive like tackling the mound of dirty dishes in the sink or answering the dozens of emails from my hordes of loyal fans (LOL), I thought I’d waste some time on the internets!
Homegirl is in that awkward transition phase between two naps a day and one. I know some moms dread fewer naps because they feel they don’t get a break, but I am thrilled. We can finally do things in the morning.
These days, if she sleeps in late enough (like 7ish), she can usually make it until after lunch without napping. But sometimes like today, she starts whining and rubbing her eyes around 10 a.m. and I know she needs to get some sleep. She was out cold the moment I put her in the crib.
The drawback is that she may or may not take an afternoon nap. If she doesn’t, it sucks. She goes seven or eight hours without sleeping–WAY TOO LONG–and ends up shitty and exhausted by 5 p.m. which generally includes of lot of bitch-slapping and crying and throwing things (and the baby is irritable too). But if we put her to bed earlier than 7, she’ll wake up at the crack of dawn. You see what a vicious cycle it is?
Anywhoozles, I’m here. Let’s talk.
I ran almost 33 miles last week and it damn near killed me.
Monday: 7 (AM treadmill 2/weights + PM 5 outside jog)
Tuesday: 4 (AM 1000 yard swim + PM treadmill 4 x 400s with quarter-mile jogs in between)
Wednesday: 6 (treadmill intervals @ 8:50 avg)
Thursday: 1 (TM mile run @ 7:02 + weights)
Friday: 0 (1500 yard swim)
Saturday: 6.2 (TM 10k @ 8:50 avg). This was going to be a longer run but I didn’t eat enough for breakfast and started feeling queasy around 5 miles. Stupid.
Sunday: 8.38 (outside LSD @9:35 avg). Also supposed to be a longer run. No excuses except that I just wasn’t feeling it. Ran slower than planned and ran out of time. A 9:30 pace felt a lot harder than it should have.
Lately as my weekly mileage has hovered in the mid-30 range, I’ve really started to feel it in my knees and shins. I think I also said this when I was working my way back up to 20-mile weeks postpartum, so I know I’ll eventually work through it. I probably haven’t been as diligent as I could be in the cross-training department but my legs are in good shape (arms and belly, not so much). I think it’s just a transition period for me (much like the baby’s naps! Yeah, that’s DEEP) and if I keep cranking out more 30+ mile weeks, it will eventually get easier. And then I’ll (with hope) start whining about 40 mile weeks.
I’ve also just been feeling exhausted lately even though I’ve been getting enough sleep. I don’t know if I have that affliction of malnourishment common to the healthy living blog (aka gray-face) community or if I’m just totes weaksauce, but it’s annoying. Again, this could just be due to higher mileage weeks and some double-run days, but if I don’t see any improvement soon, I’ll probably complain about it some more.
I had this Florida Cracker Belgian white Sunday night and it was fantastic.
I recently did another beer trade with my own Florida cracker, Daily Beer Review. He wanted a few of the new Belgian ales from Goose Island, and sent me some great stuff from Cigar City and Dogfish Head, as well as a much-coveted Westvleteren XII. 85 bucks a six-pack! I’m saving it for the end of the world.
Last and most importantly, my tooth is finally feeling better. In addition to the painkiller (that I can’t take if I want to be a functioning human being), I’m taking a strong antibiotic (it is THE antibiotic preferred 10 to 1 by junkies and prostitutes! For realz, I could probably blow a hobo right now and not even get sick) that the dentist said would help with the pain. It took a week, but it’s finally working.
That’s about it!
What have you been picking out of your teeth lately?