Posted By jayna on July 28, 2012
Well. There went two days again. It’s a very good thing I only have myself to answer to on this little challenge.The guilt isn’t as strong this time, though, so hopefully that doesn’t foreshadow the fate of the rest of my month here. The will to stay up and write is hinged solely on the attitude of the three children in this house that insist on not letting me sleep. The small, teething one has an excuse. The other two, sadly, do not.
Every so often, I get a wild idea that I absolutely have to do something fun and quirky. It seems to have worked out in life that this is an annual thing. One year, it was a nose ring. Another, it was blue and purple extensions. Last year, it was pink highlights. This year was a toss up, with tons of ideas swirling around. In the end, I attempted to play it safe and went in for a repeat of last year. Simple and subtle pink highlights, with a request for them to just barely peek out from the bottom layers.
Nearly three hours later, after a bit with the dye, haircut and blowdry, I found myself spinning around in the stylist’s chair and staring at a shocking streak of pink framing my face.
If she was aiming for subtle, I’d love to see what the opposite would be.
I’ll be back to the salon, bright and early tomorrow morning, with high hopes of quieting this bit down. I’m all for adventure, but can’t quite leap this far.
In other self-improvement related news, I’ve reached my six month mark of real, goal-oriented running. Many a morning I’ve busted out a 5k, and then many other mornings I’ve barely struggled through half of that. It’s been a battle of wills, with sleep deprived me often wanting to punch running addicted me. I completely wussed out on an actual 5k that took place less than a mile from my house last month, and have failed to make myself sign up for any other local ones. Instead, I’m attempting to leap into this with a bit more of a memorable experience by registering for one taking place while I’ll be attending Blogher ’12 in NYC. May as well go big for the first one, right?
Except . . . It’s one week away and I’ve spent the last two days hobbling around thanks to some mystery injury to my foot. Climbing the stairs 467 times during the day, as I usually do, is excruciating and I barely managed to limp half a mile to the pool and back this afternoon with the girls. Tomorrow morning was supposed to hold one last practice run and then a full day of errands, but instead, I’m fantasizing about nothing more than limping from my bed to the recliner and then back again.
So. Blogher 5k. (Maybe) I’ll be there! (Maybe) I’m running! (Maybe) I’ll see you bright and early Friday morning!
And, finally, in other running related news . . . Tater turned 9 months last week and is about 2 milliseconds away from full on sprinting around the house. He’ll be lapping me during my runs before we know it.
In reality, he is loosely cruising throughout the entire house, standing all by himself for a bit and into absolutely everything. The boring stats are that a couple of teeth are coming in, reminding us daily that teething absolutely sucks, and he’s 100% down with eating every thing he can get his hands on – food or not. The slightly more exciting stats are that he is hands down the most lovable, hugable, adorable, little cuddlebug in the history of all time. Tonight, as I was putting him to sleep (yes, still in our room and yes, way later than he should have been up) he wrapped his chubby arms around my neck in a hug, twirled and wrapped his fingers in my hair and snuggled his face into my neck. I sat, rocking and listening to his tiny snores, for far longer than I needed to.
Of all those thoughts and fears I had when we found out he was a boy, these moments continue to wash them all down the drain.