Running

We’ve had some lovely days out so in all consideration to my cooped up daughter and the little pup I thought I’d skip running during my lunch hour so that I can take them out on the trail after work.

Day 1.
Seward Park. I tell the kid to bring her bike or her Razor and don’t forget her inhaler. She forgets everything but as it turns out the puppy had a choking episode so we left. An hour later we run errands close by the Cedar River Trail so I attempt to try again. Well the puppy isn’t trained to well on the leash and the kid starts having difficulty breathing so no running for me today.

Day 2
Long day at work, skipped lunch, I try to convince the kid to stay home in the evening while I run but she insists she can do it with me. I know she can’t, even with her inhaler, but she made me feel guilty for doubting her. A parent is not supposed to doubt their child! I tell her to bring the bike but she won’t listen and brings her Razor instead. A quarter of the way through the trail we are finding out that the Razor is harder work than you think, you might as well just run, well that’s if you didn’t have asthma. We walk back and I get upset thinking to myself so I decide to leave them in the car, turn on the alarm, and tell her to give me 25 minutes. The kid questions if I can run it in 25 minutes which upsets me even more as I’m realizing I should’ve just left their asses at home because not only would I have been back home by now to take them to the park and avoided this whole fiasco, but why the hell do I let this 10 year old question my knowledge and authority?! Finally I have a good run. Whew. Back at the car I find her texting and ask if she was telling her friends, “OMG my mom is like trippin, she’s so mean, I hate her…etc…” She admits and we laugh.

Day 3
The kid goes to a sleepover party, I run the trail with the puppy after work. The puppy needs to learn to run at my pace before I choke the crap out of him. I refuse to let him dominate me!

Day 4
Slightly hungover, no running.

Day 5
Soccer game by Greenlake. I know I’m not going to be able to run with the kids, I don’t expect to have a good run, I don’t expect to even go halfway around Greenlake, but we might as well walk what we can on this beautiful day since we’re already here. The kid was great, ran/walked the whole trail and was very proud of herself, as was I. The puppy, however, was a horror! There’s just too much going on at Greenlake for him to focus.

Jeesh, forget all this. Its just not worth it. Back to the treadmill I go.