I think it’s a combination of being on the west coast and being in Canada, but we didn’t get the New York City marathon coverage up here! I watched Shalane Flanagan’s finish on YouTube, several times, and it had me in happy tears. She wasn’t expected to win, so I loved watching her pull away from the lead women and break the tape. I may have loved her, “Fuck YES!” exclamation the very most, as she ate up the last few steps of victory.
My “Fuck yes” comes in the form of surviving the course of this last week. We had Halloween, which is always a giant pain in the ass (I am NOT a fan), and then we had a young man end his life in a very wide open and public form so that all the high and middle schoolers walking to school the morning after Halloween could see, and be traumatized from, two of which were my own kids, which made for a very heavy day, night, and week. We had flu shots, which was good, and then just he regular busyness of life, which is fine, which I do enjoy.
When I was a kid, when people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I’d tell them that I wanted to be an air traffic controller. I chose it because I had heard that it was/is the most stressful job out there. Now, obviously I didn’t go that route but this week, as my mind, body and heart ached from the exhaustion of fielding so many things from so many people all day and all night long, I thought to myself, well, well, well. Isn’t this interesting. Suzy the air traffic controller. Fitting, hey? Yeah. I thought so.
I’ll stop whining like a ninny. I ran a 70 mile week last week, and here’s how it went down:
Monday– I thought today’s run would feel terrible after yesterday’s tempo run but it actually felt not only good, but great! My legs felt a little bit sore but not dead, if that makes sense. Last Monday they felt like tanker trucks. I squeaked out a 10 mile run with a combination of running along and running with the stroller once Andrew left for his kids’ soccer practices.
Tuesday– A straight up 9 mile stroller run with Jesse while Callum was in preschool.
Wednesday– A crazy day. I got 6 miles done on the treadmill in the morning and then Freddy babysat Callum while I ran 4 miles outside with Jesse.
Thursday– 9 miles with the stroller (and Jesse) while Callum was at preschool.
Friday– 4 miles on the treadmill while Jesse slept and then 5 miles outside when Andrew came home early from work! Woo hoo!
Saturday– I did 16 miles with 10 miles at 6:49 pace… in the blowing snow and wind. Rawr. The first 6 mile “warm”-up was pushing Jesse in the stroller (I bundled him up and put the plastic cover over the BOB) and then I fed him, then did my 10 miler outside by myself.
Sunday– Just 7 easy miles to make it a 70 mile week!
What is your latest, “Fuck yes!” about? What would you like to say, “Fuck yes!” about soon, or one day down the road?
What did you want to be when you grew up? Is it similar to what you are doing now?