o my son’s 8th(!) birthday was Wednesday. Eight?!?! What in the world? I can’t even believe how time is passing. My first born, baby boy is 8. I remember when he was a baby and Jake and I would try and peek into the future and we’d say, “Can you imagine him being six years old?” When Jake started apprentice school Caed was 2 and we’d ponder, “Wow, when you’re done with school he’ll be FOUR!! Whoa can you imagine? And Kenna will be TWO!!” Now my boy is 8 and Kenna will be six in a month and a half.
My friend Brandi R. was telling me how on Monday her oldest boy who’s 11 leaves for middle school church camp for a week (he’s now old enough to go) and she just can’t even believe it. She’s said she’d probably cry. I totally understood. Not wierd at all. I get it. I teared up when Caed lost his first baby tooth. I bawled me head off when I dropped them off for their first day of school last year. Ugh. Parenting is so hard in all sorts of ways.
Good time to change subjects. In other news…
I have one more day of week 7 left in my Couch-to-5K running plan. Two weeks left!! For the last three runs I’ve ran 25 minutes straight. It’s suppose to be about 2 1/2 miles but since I’m slow it’s about 2 1/4. I’m working on my speed. I figure when I get to 30 minute runs my goal will be 10 minute miles so I can do 3 miles in 30 minutes. Right now I’m about 11 (on a treadmill). I’m actully very pleased with my progress even if I’m a little slow. 7 short weeks ago I couldn’t run 2 minutes withough getting very winded.
I’ll probably run day 3 tomorrow or Monday then I’ll start week 8 which is 28 minute runs. No more walking (as or day 3 of week 6) except for my 5 minute warm up.
Today’s run though kicked my butt. I was tired from the get go. This was my third day of 25 minutes and I did nothing different. The first two 25 minute runs I felt really good. Nothing hurt, I wasn’t winded, it was just good. Nothing hurts I was just tired!! Maybe it was the 2 taquitos I had an hour before my run, ya think? Whatever it was I was so tired. Music didn’t help, nothing was good on the TV’s, I kept looking down at the time…it was tough. And, like always, my face was red as a tomato when I got through.
Alrighty, gotta shower. Adios peeps.
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