Sunday Runday

Yet again, you can thank my husband’s off-handed comment about the likelihood of
a morning run for the actual completion of a morning run. Sunday morning I was out of bed by 6:05 and out the door by 6:20. This one’s free: running before the sun comes up is not as hot as running in the heat of the day. Times a million.

It was still humid, and my dri-fit tank was soaked during the first mile, but there was a gigantic difference in how I felt running in the dark versus running in the afternoon. Genius award for me. I ran five miles for the first time since 2011. I did the math during the run to make sure that’s true. Five fun, progressively faster miles. It was so fun I actually took a few pictures and debated tacking on another half mile or so, but I didn’t want “fun” to turn into “utterly regrettable.”

 

This is what a neighborhood looks like in case you haven't seen one. I sure thought it was worth capturing.

This is what a neighborhood looks like in case you haven’t seen one. I sure thought it was worth capturing.

 

Another perk of early running: hiding your water bottle behind a decorative rock without fear of tampering.

Another perk of early running: hiding your water bottle behind a decorative rock without fear of tampering.

After scrubbing off the stink of long run success, Addison and I booked it to church. I worked in the nursery, and this week was a bit of a doozy. Now, don’t take this the wrong way, especially if you ever leave your child in a nursery setting. I like babies, I really (usually) do. But the thing with your own mess monster is that you LOOOOVE them so much, it makes up for the gooeyness/smelliness/general unsanitariness that comes along with their existence. Sunday it was a lot of other people’s kids’ messes and tantrums, compounded by my own kid refusing to evacuate my arms. Wisely, they only schedule nursery workers once a month so those fine folks can catch their breath and soak their work shirts in Clorox for a solid 21 days.

Nothing a grande iced coffee and nap couldn’t fix.

My husband will be so disappointed that I waited until now to mention the Dolphins won their season opener. Go Fins! Fins Up! Fin in the Water! And anything else the cool kids are saying this year.

We were on the way to a dinner at church Sunday night when I heard a thwapping outside my car. In celebratory fashion, Clayton had secretly attached his Dolphins flag to one of my rear windows. Secretly because had he asked if he could affix flapping aqua and orange oceanic sports paraphernalia on my car, we all know what the answer would have been.

I’m doing my best to roll with it this year, to wear my pre-approved, non-bad-luck-causing shirts like a good fan, and decline Sunday afternoon social invitations on our behalf without even mentioning them to Clayton. And I do really like the post-win good mood that lasts for the whole week after a game…or until the Jets win. So  yeah, in all seriousness and for the health of our family, Go Fins.

After dinner Addison ran around looking adorable and showing off a new pair of kicks she got for her birthday. No, I do not mind her gooeyness at all.

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