True Confession Thursday: Bad Timing

I’m notorious for having the worst timing.

Take, for example, the time I was bowling and stumbled into the bathroom to find a woman struggling to take a poorly executed duck face selfie.  Being the kind person that I am person who wanted to avoid getting publicly humiliated with my horrible bowling skills, I offered to take her picture.

And that’s when it happened.  Duck face in the mirror selfie taker hoisted her leg up onto the bathroom counter showing the whole photo taking audience (hello, at this point it’s me) her thinly veiled bidness.  It was at that VERY moment that the bathroom door swung open and my family and friends poured in.

And there I was, holding a stranger’s camera, taking a picture of this woman who threw me into her very own personal moment.


Last night’s run kept up my bad timing mojo.  I did the mom thing of trying to run during a sports practice.

I started at the park and noticed a big problem – no bathrooms.  No biggie, I peed 20 minutes ago.

Half a mile in, the bottle of water I had just pounded caught up to me.  I started running up and downhill at a sub 7-minute mile pace with 3 thoughts running through my head:

1- My well woman visit the day before where the doctor asked about post-preganancy incontinence (yes 9 years to the day later) and I blew it off saying, “It’s pretty much under control.”  Which was basically the biggest liary of lies ever.  My traumatic first childbirth wreaked havoc on my bladder and still

2-  I lamented every stoplight that I have ever, ever sat at without doing any Kegel’s and wished horrible things upon the weakness of my pelvic floor.

3- A vision of my pink Dear Kates hanging on the drying rack instead of being plastered on my butt where they should have been at that very moment sparing me from the ever increasing likelihood of a football practice pickup with a shirt tied around my waist.  I still LOVE, LOVE, LOVE these bad boys.

The duds, and they’re certainly dapper!

A few miles in I found an unsuspecting coffee shop and my bladder contracted in relief…until I noticed the “Open” sign was off and they were closed.  *whimper*

With the clock ticking closer and closer to practice ending and my superior chauffeuring services being in timely need, I blazed into the next shop – a nail salon.  (eh, desperate times, desperate measures)

Breathlessly I squeaked out…..”Can I please use your bathroom?”.

The woman pointed towards the back and nodded yes while everyone else in the salon glared at me and muttered what I can only assume were really kind things like, “Wow, kudos to her for squeezing a workout in!” and “I love those running shoes!“.

My bladder did a happy dance at the sight of the porcelain throne, I barreled out of there promising to return someday to get what is left of my toenails prettified.

I sprinted the last 1.5 miles back to practice in time to watch a few minutes of practice before dragging the bambinos home for dinner.

The good news:  due to the bad timing, I had a fabulous hilly run with good times, even if my bladder will never forgive me.

What’s the worst timing you’ve had lately?

What’s the weirdest place you’ve stopped to use the bathroom on a run?


From Juggling to Struggling

Miles: 3.81
Minutes: 29.27
Blah Recovery Strides (seriously still…)

Lay It Down Indeed!

About 6 months ago I saw this super awesome bracelet on a different blog.  I. had. to. have. it. (purchase/look here)

Lay It Down.

It’s so simple and it has double meaning for me.  I bought it knowing this.

Lay it  Down – A message appealing to my faith – when the stresses of the day and life in general can build I need to I lay ’em down and let ’em go.  It’s out of my hands.

Lay it Down – For the athlete in me, I remember to lay the heck of the smack down when I’m laced up out on the trails, streets, etc.  I don’t need to take anything back with me.

And let’s face it, it’s a good reminder because …my personal life has been a little rough as of late.

Let me paint you a pretty little word picture of a 15 minute snippit from yesterday.

4:40pm:  Picture StridingMom sitting on a piece of dirty cutout carpet salvage in the middle of the garage.  I’ve got my laptop on the ground, my ear buds in my ears and am participating in a conference call.  NBD right?

Except that overhead the carpet cleaners are finishing my house.  And oh yeah, they’re almost finished but hanging out waiting for a few fans to dry, so one of them is teaching Chocolate how to do tricks on the skateboard and I can do pretty much absolutely nothing since I am on a teleconference.    (On a total sidenote if you’re in the OC and need a carpet cleaner , check these guys out, they’re FABULOUS and worth every penny)

The other two bambinos are running around torturing the poor 80-year old HOA president by playing kick ball within 10 feet of his ladder.  Perfect.  I’m literally hoping and praying no one starts screaming, yelling or kicking a ball my direction.

About 10 minutes into this fiasco I now need to manage 10 different conversations at once as Strawberry’s guitar teacher shows up for lessons- which would have to be in the garage because the carpets had just been cleaned.  Classy, super classy.

I had this moment where I went from juggling to struggling.  And honestly it’s felt a lot like that lately.

My babies showin’ me the love!  Methinks they may have a future in floral design.

So today, while very much of the same juggling/struggling act, I am trying to have a much better approach.  My kids got in the “Mother’s Day” kick early and made me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and 30 (sorry beautiful trees, they killed you but warmed my heart) beautiful drawings.  I’m not sure which was the better gift the fact that they said, “it was a sign of love and respect” (what?!?) or that they cooperated and coordinated without fighting for over an hour (what what?!?!).  It’s a Mother’s Day Miracle.

Hair brushed – check. Noticeable lack of wicking fabric – check.

After yesterday’s tirade rendering me a dirty woman and loosening any small amount of respect you had about my ability to practice basic hygiene, I turned over a new leaf.  I actually showered, brushed my hair AND wore real clothes to attend a mother’s day teaat Vanilla’s school.  Super presh.

And that’s exactly what I had to do today – I let go of my worries and laid it down on the trail and am left feeling so much better.  I got my juggling game back and let the struggling go.

Lay it down, peeps.  Lay it down.