Running From the Rain

Sorry I've not posted this week. It's been VBS week which means lots of early mornings and exhausted evenings. I also didn't run during VBS because I had an extra 2 kids in my house. Each of my girls had a friend stay over for the week and while it made some things easier (they each were entertained throughout the day) I swear I spent a ton of time in the kitchen feeding four children. I found myself planning meals complete with vegetables and even got one little friend to eat broccoli cole slaw willingly despite the fact that her mother insists she won't touch broccoli. (Am I sneaky or what?!)

Anyway, when I finally sent the "extra" kids home on Friday, I got my husband back for the weekend and he and I got to go on dates and catch up on life without the kids. It was a great way to start the weekend. Then Saturday night after we put the kids to bed, he asks if I'd like to walk around the block with him. His walk around the block is 2.5 miles whereas, if you remember, my runs have been less than 2 miles. Well, we get the girls situated and safe with the phone nearby and take the dog around the block. I began jogging at my normal slow pace (equivalent to his slow walk -- darn those long legs) and was doing pretty well. About the time we hit the halfway point we realize that the clouds overhead are quickly coming together, meaning we expect an all out thunder storm. We decide to pick up the pace a bit and my slow jog begins to match his quicker-paced walk. Then the rumbles start and lightning starts to flash across the sky and I'm thinking a fast paced jog isn't such a bad idea. By the time we hit our street, the wind is blowing a combination of hot and cold and it's obvious the heavens are about to break loose so I decide to sprint home. My husband and the dog aren't far behind me.

All in all I did quite well -- probably jogged 2 miles -- and much of that at a higher speed than normal. Oddly, I did all of this not in my running shoes but in my daughter's generic pair of crocs which are extremely comfortable. My husband and I enjoyed our adventure "out" and were happy to get home still dry and un-singed by the electrical storm that was brewing all-too close.

My trip to Pennsylvania is now a little less than a month away and I still haven't lost my 10 pounds. However I feel that I am making some healthier choices little by little. The craziness of a summer schedule has been a challenge for sure. So I won't be wearing a new skimpy dress when I deplane in Philly (sorry to disappoint you, friends) but I should have more energy than usual. Time will tell.