click.click.
I'm running a 5K with Nik and kids on the 23rd of March. Its a Color Me Rad (not a by accident link, this one is safe to click on, it'll bring you to the site) race. So we are leaving Georgia with a bang, exhausted, covered in colors and the kids'll be ready to sleep in the car... hopefully just the kids.
Signing up for a race is exciting, especially this one because it sounds super fun. I'm all giddy and looking forward to it and then I realize... I haven't really been running. OOPS. So the next day I start to run and that day a few hiccups occur due to nursing, soo I had to hit the pause button for a while.
A couple months later, I am now happy to say: problems solved. And along with those problems left my excuses to sit on my butt and eat like I was still preggo. (I. Love. Food.)
.....so today. Kids are in bed, or at least supposed to be. (see earlier post on Wes) so I throw on my running shoes and hunt down a pair of earphones (is that what we are calling them now? not head phones? or still head phones? I can't keep up with the cool kids. "I'm not cool enough." school.of.rock) the only ones near by have Captain America on them. oh yeas, already feeling that extra motivation. and I jump on the treadmill. (literally jump, there is a chair and table next to it so the only way on is jumping.)
tangent: Wes adores music and so since before he was one he would do a little bounce whenever he enjoyed a song.. he continues to do this.. and we put all these songs in a playlist for him. this "Wes' Bounce Mix" has made it tomy our (wes shares it with me sometimes) iPod.
I dial through the playlist options and see Wes' Bounce Mix.
"Done."
And begin the run, well fast jog, I'm still getting there.
As I listen to songs from Pixar's Cars, Imagine Dragons, Barenaked Ladies from Chicken Little, Cake, Newsboys etc (eclectic. i know! I don't know where he gets it... oh wait. Nik.) I am smiling and I think about my little Wes man and how much he loves each of those songs.
About a mile into my run, I get bored ("b. o. r. d. bored.") which is one of the reasons why I dislike treadmills...and so I start to look around. My house is a semi-disaster because we are 5 weeks out from moving week. The walls are extra bare without pictures, the clutter isn't happily arranged but stacked in piles and in boxes. In the center of the living room a basket of toys has exploded, buzz lightyear, millenium falcon, baby rattles and Molly's blanket are all in the mix. Wes' favorite DVD covers are on the couch and by the TV. His trike is next to Mo-mo's bumbo.
At first I want to clean it all up, and then my mind goes in the opposite direction.
I always want this mess.
The toys that are the favorites this week, may not be next week. Wasn't it just last month that WES was learning how to sit up and playing with the stacking rings? This doesn't make me sad, it makes me happy.
In the Toy Story Toons: Hawaiian Vacation, Ken pulls out his plastic camera and says "click click" as if he is taking pictures of all the moments he wants to remember...there isn't any film.
(there isn't a full version that I could find. worth seeing if you get the chance, its one of Wes' favorites, its on the second collection of Pixar Shorts if you want to buy it. Look at me, I should get a percentage for that plug...)
So instead of hoping off and grabbing my camera (I had to make it to 2 miles) I pulled a Ken and *click click*'d.
I have it good. Right now. So even though I'm a forward thinker/planner normally, I'm making the effort to enjoy today. In the midst of my chaos, I am happy.
Signing up for a race is exciting, especially this one because it sounds super fun. I'm all giddy and looking forward to it and then I realize... I haven't really been running. OOPS. So the next day I start to run and that day a few hiccups occur due to nursing, soo I had to hit the pause button for a while.
A couple months later, I am now happy to say: problems solved. And along with those problems left my excuses to sit on my butt and eat like I was still preggo. (I. Love. Food.)
.....so today. Kids are in bed, or at least supposed to be. (see earlier post on Wes) so I throw on my running shoes and hunt down a pair of earphones (is that what we are calling them now? not head phones? or still head phones? I can't keep up with the cool kids. "I'm not cool enough." school.of.rock) the only ones near by have Captain America on them. oh yeas, already feeling that extra motivation. and I jump on the treadmill. (literally jump, there is a chair and table next to it so the only way on is jumping.)
tangent: Wes adores music and so since before he was one he would do a little bounce whenever he enjoyed a song.. he continues to do this.. and we put all these songs in a playlist for him. this "Wes' Bounce Mix" has made it to
I dial through the playlist options and see Wes' Bounce Mix.
"Done."
And begin the run, well fast jog, I'm still getting there.
As I listen to songs from Pixar's Cars, Imagine Dragons, Barenaked Ladies from Chicken Little, Cake, Newsboys etc (eclectic. i know! I don't know where he gets it... oh wait. Nik.) I am smiling and I think about my little Wes man and how much he loves each of those songs.
About a mile into my run, I get bored ("b. o. r. d. bored.") which is one of the reasons why I dislike treadmills...and so I start to look around. My house is a semi-disaster because we are 5 weeks out from moving week. The walls are extra bare without pictures, the clutter isn't happily arranged but stacked in piles and in boxes. In the center of the living room a basket of toys has exploded, buzz lightyear, millenium falcon, baby rattles and Molly's blanket are all in the mix. Wes' favorite DVD covers are on the couch and by the TV. His trike is next to Mo-mo's bumbo.
At first I want to clean it all up, and then my mind goes in the opposite direction.
I always want this mess.
The toys that are the favorites this week, may not be next week. Wasn't it just last month that WES was learning how to sit up and playing with the stacking rings? This doesn't make me sad, it makes me happy.
In the Toy Story Toons: Hawaiian Vacation, Ken pulls out his plastic camera and says "click click" as if he is taking pictures of all the moments he wants to remember...there isn't any film.
So instead of hoping off and grabbing my camera (I had to make it to 2 miles) I pulled a Ken and *click click*'d.
I have it good. Right now. So even though I'm a forward thinker/planner normally, I'm making the effort to enjoy today. In the midst of my chaos, I am happy.
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