Time: 35: 06
3/4 mile walk & Running drills
Vanilla has been obsessed with doorknobs lately. I couldn’t figure out why he was spending so much time there. And in his little appropriately narcissistic 5-year old world, he delightfully discovered something new – perspective.
Your muscles look bigger, nose – funnier, head – shorter. The forever artist, he’s discovered the joy of looking at things from a different view.
Today I needed a different perspective.
It was my first “real” run (aka over 5k and with more than 2 hours of sleep) since my marathon. 4.2 miles. On and off throughout the run my hip/groin told me stories.
The pain was a lot less toddler temper tantrum, and more small child waking you in the night whispering “Mommy I can’t sleep” into your ear. Major progress. My legs are definitely still not 100% – feeling a little heavier than normal.
They were slow miles. It was gray, misty, dark and before 5am which can be a recipe for a total crabfest. We Californians call this “May Gray” which naturally leads to “June Gloom” and no one has named the July version of this phenomenon where every morning near the coast starts out in a hazy mist, but by noon the sun is shining and the mist is gone.
While I was hoping for some sunshine this morning, I was forgetting that this marine layer is what keeps it a reasonable temperature here in So Cal. It gives summer runners a cool curtain to squeeze in a morning run before the heat sets in. And it’s a reminder that I am fortunate enough to live within a few miles of the coastline – something, I don’t ever want to take for granted.
Later in the day my need to understand perspective changed again as I was walking through the local grocery store. Everyone walking at me smiled and chuckled.
Given I hadn’t yelled at my children or had to tell anyone to just “stop it” or threaten a time out in about, oh, 2.3 minutes I assumed that they were smiling at my uber cute children and my clearly fantastic mothering skills.
Until I turned around.
I saw Vanilla walking around with his shirt pulled down so his nips were showing announcing to every passer by that he did, in fact, not have just one, but two totally perfect nipples. “Nipples, nipples, nipples,” he sang to any not-so-innocent bystander.
And so again, sometimes a look up, down, or even behind changes your perspective – good, bad or ugly 🙂