I haven’t run a 5k since my junior year of high school when I was on the cross country team. To make a long story short: I collapsed after a race where I had gotten shin splints. My dad carried me to the car, and I never wanted to run again for fear that I would go out running and not be able to make it back. However, I have always wanted to do a triathlon and so this fear needed to be overcome. I had a friend who accidently signed up for two 5ks on the same day. (I don’t know how you don’t know you are already running a 5k… I’m guessing she just found a funner , or is it more fun?, one to do),and so I took her spot. I’m not even sure if it’s legit, but it’s not like I’m any good for the race organizers to care.
I wasn’t even sure if I was going to go the night before (especially after getting done pushing the power rake and raking the yard). I hadn’t trained at all, except for getting on a treadmill once for about 12 minutes before a yoga class earlier in the week. But Stephen really wanted me to do it and did everything that got us out the door and there by 7:30am. The girls weren’t even awake yet when we had to leave so he just pulled them out of bed and put them in the car and brought a change of clothes and breakfast for them.
The beginning: (me, not awake and still cold, and not excited either)
While I’m running: The girls ate their breakfasts and Samantha learned to clap for the runners.
The finish: I managed to finish the race. I ran (jogged) most of the 1st and 3rd miles. The 2nd I went between walking and running. Muscles really don’t like that kind of shock. I was pleased to come in under 45 minutes.
My official time. I love that no one knows its me. (Well… until now) But I totally screwed up Jenny’s average.
Maybe I’ll run again… or not. I’m definitely not a convert to it. No more pleasurable than it was when I was on cross country. I’m also more of a “do it as a challenge” type of person. But once it’s done, I’m done. I suppose it’s hard to create a passion for something when only the challenge is exciting.
After I got a shower we headed to the strawberry patch to pick some yummy strawberries. Clara was in heaven. She just kept grabbing strawberries and eating. Samantha loved the challenge of finding “good ones” that were “red all the way around” (And yes, I do like strawberries. The only berry I will eat and one of the few fruits.)
After we got our box full of strawberries, Samantha got to go on a ride in the “Cow Train”. I think Clara wanted to go too, but she got to go on a “wagon ride” with daddy instead.
When we got home, all the girls took a 2 1/2 hour nap (me included) while Stephen loaded thatch in the trailer and took one load to the green waste facility. When we got up we loaded another load and then got some pectin and jars to make some jam. The girls were put back to bed around 8 (well Clara went to sleep again, Sammi looked at books in my bedroom since she doesn’t go to bed if she takes a nap) and I made 2 batches of homemade strawberry jam for Stephen. I may have cursed myself to create a yearly tradition… but I suppose I get big “best wife ever” points since I actually greatly dislike jam.
All in all, it was a very full and busy day. Our nephew, Elder Taylor Elwood, also returned from his mission. We didn’t meet him at the airport, as he had been traveling for 30 hours and I’m sure just wanted to see his mom and a bed. :) We look forward to seeing him in a couple weeks when his family returns from their family reunion.
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