Day 14: And, That's the End

…of my first two weeks of running!

I can’t believe it’s been 14 days, and I’ve done something active on every single one of them. I have not skipped a day. Sure, sometimes I only had a walk in me, but despite being tired or hot or unmotivated, I still managed to make it out the door.

This morning got off to a slow start because of this, but not long after I wrote it, T Junior woke up. So after 15 minutes of diaper-changing, dog-pottying, baby-dressing, sippy cup-filling, cracker-stashing, key-finding, belt-buckling and shoe-tying, we were on our way.

Today, I was anxious to get on the trail for my first 3-mile run in a very long time. I don’t think I’ve done that distance since my pre-wedding workouts…in 2001-2002! Yikes.

Roundtrip was about 50 minutes. Would you believe I used to be able to run it in 21? I think that was my fastest time when I was on the cross country team. Okay, so back then I didn’t walk for the first half mile and then stop to stretch. But besides the little warm up this morning, I ran all of it, even though it was in the upper 80s and we were in the direct sunlight for the last 10 or 15 minutes.

Speaking of that last part of the run, the canopy on the BOB couldn’t completely block out the sun since it was high in the sky and directly in front of us. I wasn’t too worried about it, though, because I slathered T Junior and myself in sunscreen before we left the house. But an older man walking in the other direction, who obviously didn’t see the Coppertone glistening on my son’s skin, had something to say as he passed. “Melting, huh? Hope your not burning his legs.”

“Nope. He’s got suntan lotion on.” I tried to sound cheery through heavy breaths.

But the comment kind of bugged me. And, then a couple minutes later, I felt guilty. So, I jogged up alongside the stroller and pulled the BOB’s cover in front of T Junior, blocking his view but shading most of his legs. Just his shiny, pudgy feet were exposed.

Overall, the run was pleasant. At the end, though, I was wishing I didn’t have to push a baby. But T Junior was good the whole time, so I can’t complain. He ate his cheese stick and a Ritz cracker, drank half of his water, and leaned back and enjoyed the ride, occasionally pointing to the sky when he heard a plane or shouting “biwdie” when he saw one fly by.

When I got tired, I tried to imagine springs on the bottom of my feet and bungee cords pulling my knees. I think it helped a little. Mostly, my run today was a big confidence booster.

Can’t wait to see where the next few weeks take me and my running partner.

Day 13: Walking with My Eyes Closed

I went for a 30-minute walk after T Junior was snug in his bed. It’s hard not to be snug when it’s close to 80 degrees in your bedroom.

But it was cooling off when I left the house at about a quarter to 8. A slight breeze and a setting sun made it pleasant.

Until I turned the corner directly into a fast dry wind.

It burned my eyes so much, I could hardly keep them open. Tear drops streaked my cheeks as I tried to rub the sting away. The red glowing sun sitting just above the houses in my neighborhood only made it worse. I had to strategically choose sidewalks in order to walk with the wind.

But I’m not complaining because it’s below 90 outside and it’s only supposed to be 70 at noon tomorrow. Yay! The Seattle weather I know and love is coming back!

I’m looking forward to a 3-miler. I just hope T Junior can stay awake for the whole thing.

I'm Not Running Size, I Guess

I’m looking forward to a run, or at least a walk, this evening. I’m hoping it at least cools off into the mid- to lower-90s by then. It got as hot as 109 in our area yesterday.

Oh yeah, and I won’t be wearing running shorts any time soon. On Wednesday, T Junior and I went to Sports Authority so that I could find a swimsuit. While there, I grabbed a few pairs of shorts off the sale rack and tried them on.

It was not pretty.

They didn’t have my size, so I tried the next size down. Dude, I might as well run in my underwear. The thing that annoyed me most was that they didn’t have any XLs at all. Not just on the sale rack.

What the hell? A person’s gotta start somewhere, right?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, I then tried on the bathing suits.

I vow to not do that again for a long time.

Day 12: Blistering Heat

I opted for the 6 o’clock wake-up time. Okay, it was 6:15. (Whatever. It’s within the 6 a.m. hour.)

Actually, it wasn’t as hard to get up as I thought it would be. I think sunlight had something to do with that. I doubt I’ll be up that early in the winter, but I won’t have to worry about heat then, will I? Just near-freezing temperatures, misty cold rain and probably snow.

That’s why it’s so annoying that it’s so hot right now because this is supposed to be the best time of year to be outdoors around here. The sun is totally ruining it. I was tricked this morning, too, because when I looked out the window, I saw the trees were getting blown around.

Oooo, wind. I bet it cooled off.

So, I slid on my capris and a thinning gray Washington State University t-shirt that’s dotted with holes. (I refuse to get rid of it.) But when I stepped out of the house, that breeze that appeared refreshing actually felt like the hot woosh that blasts you in the face when you open the oven door. Yuck. I considered turning around and changing into the dreaded shorts, but I was already outside and had on my sunglasses and my Zune.

I did the neighborhood again, and even though it didn’t feel like it, it sort of looked like fall with lots of crunchy maple leaves scratching up the sidewalks with each gust. Even the trees can’t handle this weather. They are stressed out.

I looped through each court, jogging in place occasionally so people who needed to get to work could back out of their driveways (and not run me over). The workout was about 35 minutes, with the first 5-10 being walking and stretching. Again, I felt like I could’ve kept going, but I knew T Junior would be up around 7, so I turned toward home at 6:51.

I stepped into the house and was immediately chilled by a not-so-glamorous air conditioning and sweat combination. Since the monitor was still quiet, I decided to squeeze in a shower before T Junior could rearrange my schedule. But when I peeled off my mismatched ankle socks, I had a little surprise.

Blisters.

Sweet.

Somehow, I didn’t feel them till I saw them, and then they started hurting. Maybe it’s time to stock up on cotton balls and fabric Band-Aids.

Day 11: The Climb

I don’t like jogging in shorts.

Actually, the skimpy, practical running kind like the ones I wore in my cross country days would be okay with me (as scary as that sounds), but I only have a mid-thigh pair from my indoor soccer days that climb as I run.

It’s just too dang hot for my mesh Adidas capris or my swishy black cotton gauchos (which, in all honesty, aren’t great for running in any weather since they stretch out around the waist and I spend the entire time adjusting them).

Anyway, it was 94 when I got back from my run at 8:25 p.m. Yes, I went, but I waited till the sun had tucked itself almost all the way in to go. And, I would not have done it if I didn’t have A/C to come back to.

Roundtrip through my neighborhood was only about a half an hour. I did the three main cul-de-sacs twice, choosing to run through the sprinklers instead of dodging them.

I even tackled a long, steep hill I’d been avoiding. And, guess what? I might do that hill more often when it’s hot like this. At the bottom is a court that sits at the lowest point in our development and I think there’s a marsh below the houses. Jogging onto that street felt like a musty yet refreshing descent into a basement. It was cool and damp, and I wanted to just run in circles there, but I decided the homeowners might think I had heat exhaustion or something and call the cops.

Overall, the workout was great, other than my annoying creeping shorts, and I wanted to continue even though I knew I shouldn’t since being outside felt like breathing with a wool blanket draped over my face.

Tomorrow’s supposed to be even hotter. I can’t decide if I want jog late in the day or if I want to roll myself out of bed at 6 a.m.

What should I do?

This is NOT Running Weather

Today’s going to be another disappointment.

Yesterday, it was above 100 out here in the foothills and tomorrow is supposed to be the same. In fact, the weather dude on KIRO says it’s going to be 100 on Wednesday in Seattle. Yeah, even the cities along the water are going to be in the triple digits.

Even with air conditioning our house is hot. Especially upstairs. I woke up around 2, tossed and turned, then finally moved down to the cooler couch at 3, first checking on T Junior, repositioning his fans and then bumping the A/C down a notch.

So, I don’t know how I’m going to workout today. Maybe I’ll do another night run.

I’m using the term run loosely.