Sometimes C leaks through his diaper so the first thing I did was change him. His diaper was full, but not leaking. I snuggled with him for a few minutes then put him back in his crib.
After twenty minutes of soft cries, sorta falling asleep noises, and then loud cries I went in to get him again. My alarm was set for 5:30AM for my morning run so I told Hubs I would stay up with C until 5:30 then we could switch. Hubs didn't have to be up until six.
Well, 5:30AM rolled around and I figured it was a little selfish of me to wake Hubs up so I could run when C was perfectly fine sorta dozing and sometimes giggling on my lap. Besides, I always love a little extra kid time.
Just after six C fell asleep. I was able to put him in his crib and he stayed asleep. I have no idea why he woke up or what it was. Teething? Hunger? Anger? In the end I chalked it up to JBBB...Just Baby Being a Baby.
Hubs was still asleep. And I really wanted to crawl back in bed with him and try to get some extra Z's. But, I figured not only would his alarm be going off shortly, and waking me up, but my own alarm would be going off right after that. I wouldn't be getting much sleep so I said "eff it" and went a run.
Now, I doubt myself A LOT. I doubt my mothering skills, my marital skills, my athletic skills...the list goes on and on.
But, in that moment, as I was about halfway through my first mile I felt BAD ASS. Here I was running when I had just been up with a kid for two hours, after going to bed later than normal. Here I was doing my thing, getting out and moving when I had a perfectly good excuse not to run.
I ended up running three miles. They weren't my fastest miles, but damn, they felt good!
|When I look at these splits I like to think "hey, remember when you were running a 15 minute mile"?|