My Son Wants Me to be Fat

I am training to "run" a 5k on Labor Day weekend. I put run in quotes because I'm a terrible runner and my body is rebelling at the thought of running 3.1 miles, even though I'm using a very common-sense approach to training for this run. (I'm using Cool Running's Couch-to-5k plan).

In order to get my runs in, and to be used to running in the morning (5k starts at 7 am!!!), I have started getting up around 5:30-6 a.m. and going out for my run/walk. Although I hate getting up so early, I rather like having an hour or so of "me" time, plus it gets the run out of the way so I'm not trying to figure out how to squeeze it intot he evening.

Herein lies the rub. Lately, Little Man has taken to showing up next to our bed somewhere in the middle of the night. In my groggy stupor I lift him into bed, usually with every intention of putting him back into his bed once he falls asleep, yet somehow this never happens.

TWICE this week, when I have tried to slip out of bed and go for my run, Little Man has woken up and been quite upset that I'm not still in bed snuggling him. Believe me. I'd rather be there too! On Tuesday I loaded him-- jammies & all-- into the stroller & took him with me on my run.

That sucked!

Today, every time I moved or tried to get up , he'd start whimpering. I went to the bathroom and full-on wailing began. I came back and soothed him to sleep, but the little booger sacked out ON TOP OF ME. 26 lbs gets heavy fast! I shifted him over to the middle of the bed and crept out to the kitchen to get my breakfast. No sooner had I poured the milk on my cereal than did I hear him crying for me. He made his way out to the living room, cheeks flushed & tear-stained, and lay his head in my lap.

Needless to say, I did not get my run in yet today.

Sometimes it is hard to get a little bit of "me" time.