I’m not going to lie, Mother’s Day started out crappy. I really wanted to run, and run I did. But, it was easily one of the WORST runs I’ve had in a long time. I am still not sure what happened. Over the course of seven miles I managed to:
- Have a sore back
- Have a sore foot
- Be more tired than I should have been
- Have to poop
- Have Ken guard while I hid in the trees
The good news was that my actual injuries didn’t start hurting until mile six, and the pain was minimal. It was simply one of those runs where you are not in the zone, everything hurts and it feels very, very long probably because you stop 14 times for various reasons. I came home and had a huge cup of coffee and a gigantic donut (screw post-run protein, it’s Mother’s Day), but my spirits were still kind of in the gutter.
We went to the baseball fields to watch Sam’s team lose. I immensely enjoyed a HUGE screaming match between two grown men. The cops were even called and I’m not kidding. Why are kid’s athletics the scene of so much angst for parents?
Emma asked how my Mother’s Day was. I said, “Not so good so far, but it’s not your fault.” I was just trying to be honest.
Then it turned around when I came home and got this:
Lame video, but you get the picture. I have been wanting this fountain for several months. Few things make me happier than sitting with friends or family on our back deck, looking at the gorgeous Rocky Mountains, having a good meal, drinking a fine glass of wine and listening to the gentle sounds of a fountain. Even though it makes me have to continuously pee, I still love it.
I also got this and there is no reason to tell you how much it brightened my day:
Yeah it’s okay if he brings down the house with his fart, but I get judged for mine.
Betty Sue is our Guinea pig, btw.
There was also Almond Roca and chocolate with sea salt, so this day was turning the eff around in a big way.
We went out for lunch and I was slightly disturbed at the ASLEEP (or drunk?) person driving beside us. In this picture, she is not at a stop light, she is driving about 50 mph. This cannot be safe.
At the risk of sounding sappy and like I’m lying, our little family is perfection. I ate a wonderful pizza salad and drank a glass of wine.
On our drive home from lunch, Emma pointed out what a tough day this must be for Sherry’s family, especially her children. Truer words were never spoken. My heart goes out to them with the enormous loss they feel everyday, but especially today.
My life is amazing. It’s all good. Seven mile run from hell is a distant memory.
Tonight I get to celebrate with my own mom. It’s hard to know how to thank a mom for 45 years of devotion, caring and worry on your behalf. If I am even kind of a decent mom, it is because of what she has taught me.
What’s the best part of your Mother’s Day?
Ever try a salad pizza? I was a salad pizza virgin until today, but I will be back for seconds.
Ever deal with uptight/rageful/tantruming parents at sporting events? I have to say that our team’s parents are pretty well behaved. This is probably the worse incident in several years.
Have you fallen asleep while driving? No, not even close. I actually have nightmares about this happening.
SUAR