The last few weeks have been…busy. That’s the only real word to describe it. Busy.
For Spring Break, the BoyChild and I went to Grapevine, Texas to visit LegoLand. We had a good time, but I was a little disappointed. I thought it was an all day, Six Flags, sort of place. Instead it an hour and a half of Lego excitement and then the BoyChild was ready to go.
So, I got on the inter-webs to figure out what else we could do. There was actually quite a bit but because it was Monday, several of the things we’d have chosen to do were closed, i.e. the Train Museum, the Farmer’s Market. Instead, we went rock climbing. And while there is no conclusive proof *I* strapped on a harness and actually climbed that wall, REALLY I did!
I did have the forethought to take a picture of the BoyChild while he was rock climbing:
And despite all appearances to the contrary, the BoyChild had a good time!
We’d never done that before. The BoyChild and I off somewhere by ourselves. It was fun. He was wanting to be helpful. Wanting to do things by himself. I let him go get ice. Let him go get a cinnimon roll for himself and a coffee for me in the lobby. He wanted to be independant. And I’m working on letting him be.
We returned home safe and sound. No breakdowns, no melt downs and no flat tires. David stayed home because he had to work.
Later that week we went to the Museum of Osteology .
Did you know it it legal to buy human finger bones? And the going rate for them is $10? Neither did I. Though I couldn’t figure out why anyone would want such a thing.
The next week I ran in my first 15k race. It was. Honestly. The 10 most miserable miles I’d ever run. It was in El Reno which is the start of the Great Plains. And it was HOT. Miserable hot. I’d just had the fabulous Dr. Tom put puffy stuff in my shoes and I didn’t put any moleskin in my shoes or on my feet. Miserable. The great plains are noted for being FLAT but they are really rolling hills which never end. So I’d think, I’ll walk when I get to the bottom of this hill, but it just never seemed to stop.
After that race I got into the car and drove to Roaring River State park in Missouri for the memorial service for a friend’s father. My friend Jessica drove us their, because I didn’t think I’d be able to drive myself. And despite being in horrible pain, exhausted and having horrible blisters, it was fun. Roaring River is a beautiful place. It was great to be with my friend and offer her emotional support. Jessica is a great traveling companion.
Then the next week I ran 11 miles on my long run. And it was o.k. No new, or overly painful blisters.
The BoyChild and I continue to get along well with our new normal. We are talking about getting someone to help me with him over the summer, and I think I’ve found someone, but it makes me a little sad because we’ve enjoyed our time together with our new normal.
My FIRST half-marathon is the 29th! I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I’ve worked hard and last weekend ran 12 miles. I think I’m ready.
So if you don’t hear from me again this month, think good thoughts for me on the 29th.