|Aye matey, the pirate's life for me!|
After the party we all came home and enjoyed some down time. I had been toying with the idea of walking the Emerald Across the Bay 12k the next morning (today) but when TTOTM started and I considered how cold it would be at 8am, I decided against it. Just didn't sound like my idea of fun.
So Miguel and I went out for dinner. It was a long day for both of us but we rallied. We started in the bar where I had a vodka & soda or two. We were eventually moved to a table but had been happier in the bar so we went back. The restaurant just felt too bright. Dinner was good. For some reason steak sounded good to me so I ordered a cajun rib-eye, which came with spinach and jalapeno mashed potatoes. I've had cheesecake on the brain lately so I had that for desert. It wasn't as good in real life as it was in my head. By the time we got home around 10:30pm I was exhausted and was asleep by 11pm.
The kids slept until 8am this morning. Woo-hoo!! I was actually awake before either of them. I have a friend who needed a head-shot for her business so I ran to her house and took a few pictures before...wait for it...a neighborhood waffle party! You heard right, a waffle party. Our neighbors own a waffle truck and invited the neighborhood over to indulge.
And indulge we did. We have a lot of kids in our neighborhood and they got to run around and play while the adults socialized. It was a yummy gathering. I had my camera so I snapped a few pictures of the sweet faire.
|With chocolate sauce (I had mine with caramel and chocolate).|
After the waffle party we took the kids to the soccer field. Miguel had a game later in the afternoon so we took the kids early so he could kick the ball around with them while I got some exercise. I had a plan to take a 30 minute walk. We were in Sausalito, just a few blocks from the Mill Valley-Sausalito trail so I headed toward that. But within a few minutes I felt the urge to run. I was all alone with myself and it didn't take long to convince myself it was ok to run as long as I took it really easy. And I agreed with myself that I would stop if I felt winded. I'm so easy to please when negotiating with myself.
I started running and for the first few minutes my body felt a little weird, like I was moving in places that aren't used to moving. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, just different. But within about 5 minutes I settled into an easy, comfortable pace. I coughed a little bit here and there, which I think was probably good for my lungs. My doctor actually said they used to recommend a jog around the block to help clear out the lungs. This turned out to be a bit longer than around the block, I think I ran for about 35 minutes. I didn't have my Garmin on so I have no idea of distance or pace, other than "easy".
It felt so wonderful to be running! The weather was pristine and my legs moved with ease. There were only a few moments when I felt like I was working and each time I just slowed down. I'm curious to know my pace but it's probably better that I don't. Running by feel was what I really needed to do and seeing my pace could have messed with my attunement. The most important thing was the positive feeling I had. I just love running.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!! WW posted the above on their FB page this morning and when I saw it I was reminded of something I've been told a time or two, "You're so lucky you like running." Sometimes I take the time to tell the person about how I hated running for years, how I didn't start to like it until I trained for my first half-marathon and experienced the long run. Something about a longer distance made running click for me and we've been in a beautiful love affair ever since. Maybe I got my first runner's high, maybe it was a matter of confidence ("I can run, I really can!"), or maybe it was about relaxing - something you have to do on a long run - more likely it was a combination of all those things. All I know is, I stuck with running for years despite not really liking it and eventually, I got lucky.