Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I'm probably not being the greatest parent in the world right now. As I type this, Ezra's angry wail has subsided to a desperate moan as he remains in bed until 6:30 am. Every now and then, my heart aches a little as he cries out for "Ga-ga," his sad call for me.

But at some point, we had to put an end to his increasingly earlier risings.

In the past, I would grab a pillow and a blanket and lay down on the floor of his room, which would garner thirty more minutes of shut eye for my infant son.




Today, however, I am trying something new.



If he wakes up before 6 am, he stays in bed until 6:30 am. After 6 am, and we'll get up. This morning, he started crying at 5:30 am, a time when he could (and should) have easily kept sleeping. But he hears a noise or loses his pacifier (we only let him use it at night), and he decides it's time to get up, despite the darkness of the night that continues to surround him. And the earlier he gets up, the more tired he is throughout the day, which means he's crankier. So sleep is good. He needs it. Or he at least needs to learn to lay in bed and chill for awhile.



You see, in another life, we'll call it B.E. ("Before Ezra"), I considered myself a morning person. I loved to get up before Nell and sip a cup of coffee in the dark stillness before dawn. I would enjoy the quiet solitude of the morning, slowly beginning my day. Even in the meaty part of my training, when the alarm would shrill at 3:30 am for a long run, I would give myself 45 minutes to come out of hibernation, gently resurfacing from my slumber.



And then, twenty or so months ago, we were blessed with the arrival of Ezra, who has changed my life in so many positive ways. I am a better person because of him, and I love him more than anything.



But I lost my mornings. In fact, I came to dread them. I almost, but not quite, hated the mornings.



So, I'm trying to get just a small piece of them back. For Ezra's sanity, for my sanity, for the sanity of mankind.



Either that, or I'm just a bad, selfish parent.



But hey, I am taking the little dude on a short, 4 mile run when he gets up, so we'll have a chance to bond and hopefully shake off any permanent damage.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Running the last 4 miles of a 14 mile run while pushing Ezra, my 30 lb
son, and his jogging stroller is... uh... fun. Yeah, that's it. Fun.
Especially that part up Hidden Road. Oh, yeah. That is what I call
REALLY FUN.

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I should've golfed yesterday afternoon. 60% chance of rain today for my 2:40 pm tee time. Bummer.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

It seems like so long ago that I started the mornings off with an alarm clock. Most days, Ezra's gentle waking moans pull me out of bed. But now that I'm back in training mode, Saturdays will involve earlier risings as I make my way out the door for increasingly longer runs leading up to Heartland. It's 5 am, I've got 14 miles to jog, and I'm sleeeeeeeepy. Yawn.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

This is the way a weekend day is meant to be spent. Ezra slept in
until 7:15 am. We hung out for awhile and had some granola bars and
yogurt (and coffee for me). After breakfast, I loaded up the bike and
met up with The Legendary Adam H for a 2 hour bike ride. After the
ride, I grabbed a shower and some lunch and took an hour long nap on
the couch. Refreshed, I headed to the golf course to enjoy 18 holes in
windy but pleasant 64 degree sunshine. No complaints here, amigos.

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Two days into my official Heartland training plan, and I'm already skipping hill repeats.

But it's not my fault. Really.

I blame Dave Fannin and his brutally effective workout yesterday morning. The sadistic trainer trashed my lower body. Squats, lunges, plyometrics, presses, running lines (and more!)... it was rough.

I had planned to run up and down Hidden Road with Jballs at lunch.

Not.
Going.
To.
Happen.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Two rides this weekend on the bike and, how can I put this delicately, my ass hurts. Literally. Why are bike seats so small?

Three weeks until the Shiner ride. Sure, until yesterday, I hadn't ridden my bike in 8 months, but who's counting? Why shouldn't I be able to get into century ride shape in a few weekends? Go big or go home, right? I figure if I can't run 100 miles, then I better be able to at least bike it.

p.s. If you've got young kids, and you're going insane from listening to cutesy kid music in the car, I'd recommend Barenaked Ladies' album "Snacktime."

Sunday, April 05, 2009

It's a bit after 1 pm, and I am not basking in the post-marathon glow. And I'm okay with it. The past season has seen a lot of running.

It started in August with 3 a.m. runs all over west Fort Worth.

In October, I ran 30 miles from my parents' house in Mansfield to where I grew up in South Arlington, past my old junior high and high school, and back--as a training run.

In November, I covered just shy of 55 miles in 12 hours on an unexpectedly hilly course at the Ultracentric.

The next month, I finished strong after 50 miles at what I later learned was the final Sunmart Endurance Run.

I started 2009 off with a 100 kilometer trek up and down the mountains* of Bandera.

In February, blisters and chafing resulted in my first ever DNF after 77 miles at Rocky Raccoon.

A few weeks later, I paced the Cowtown Ultra with Jballs, followed the next week by some tough trail running in Waco.

As recently as a week and a half ago, I had planned to run the Big D Marathon today. But then I got sick, recovery took longer than anticipated, and I eventually decided that I would take the day off. And as I look out my front porch window at the trees blowing over as gale-force** winds rip through North Texas, I think I'm ever better than okay with not running. I'm happy to not be running today. Because I wouldn't want my last race of the season to be a beat down.

Especially when the new season starts next month as I begin training for Heartland.

* Hey, they seemed like mountains to me.
** i.e., not gale-force.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Still sick, but improving. Big D is officially out. Bummer. It's a fun race, but even if I am better, I don't want to risk a relapse. I've been fighting this bug for 4 days now. It's time to get well for good.

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