Thursday, September 18, 2008
On Monday I couldn't do my regular run due to a 3-1/2 hour preschool volunteer meeting (GAH! Save me.) I made up the run on Tuesday. Yesterday I stuck with my usual schedule and powered out my normal Wednesday run even though I don't typically run two days in a row if I can help it. Then this morning I set off with both girls for our long-awaited, newly-installed, brand-new, one-block-away playground, where we then played for just 20 minutes before Genevieve had a poopy diaper. Uncharacteristically, I had NOTHING with me, and the situation couldn't wait. I knew we'd have to go home for a diaper change. Since we had just gotten there, and were in the midst of an impromptu playdate with a couple of babies and their nanny we'd met at the park, I wanted to get home and back as fast as possible. I loaded both girls into the double stroller and shot off for home as fast as my muscles would go. Which, after recently running eight miles within one 24-hour period, perhaps wasn't all that fast. But it felt pretty taxing, let me tell you. We're talking, what?--35 pounds of preschooler and 28 pounds of toddler? Plus the weight of the double stroller? Yeah, I was working up a sweat.
Anyway, I ran home, changed the offending diaper, loaded the stroller back up with its 63-pound kid cargo, and ran back to the playground, where we played on the giant playset for another hour. I was kept busy running up and down the ramps and steps, making sure Genevieve didn't fall off the top of the jungle gym. Then we went for a long walk home, which unfortunately somehow included pushing the kid-laden stroller up a giant hill. (By this point the girls had collapsed from exhaustion. Sadly, I had no such option.)
There is a reason women sometimes have babies in their TWENTIES, people. TWENTIES. A time of VIGOR and HIGH ENERGY. Unlike one's THIRTIES, which are apparently a time of EXHAUSTION and ACTIVITY-INDUCED COMA-LIKE BEHAVIOR.
Uh, about dinner tonight? Is the Dairy Queen drive-thru still open? Because I don't think I'm going to be able to attain an upright position for the rest of the day. But a Blizzard would really hit the spot.
Posted by Shannon at 1:05 PM